The Fog is coming...
Seeping closer from every direction...
You try to run - maybe to a field somewhere - but The Fog is fast; there's no escape…
Slowly, the groom begins to succomb to The Fog, and kisses his lover goodbye...
The scene closes with the bride clinging desperately to the only thing left of her betrothed: a severed arm…
1 comment:
oh. my. goodness. I love the narration!
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