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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