The only sound that could be heard over the cold wasteland was the sound of distant crows. Patches of snow covered the gray-brown earth, keeping tallies on the rabbits by the tracks left on them. The air was still and oppressive, undecided as to whether it should melt the snow or freeze it into ice. Thick wisps of mist rose from the empty fields like writhing serpents until the copses of pine trees were mere shadows in the white-gray haze. A veil had been thrown on the world, the shadows of hidden things whispering underneath.
[TALE] Land of Mist
[TALE] Land of Mist
[TALE] Land of Mist
The only sound that could be heard over the cold wasteland was the sound of distant crows. Patches of snow covered the gray-brown earth, keeping tallies on the rabbits by the tracks left on them. The air was still and oppressive, undecided as to whether it should melt the snow or freeze it into ice. Thick wisps of mist rose from the empty fields like writhing serpents until the copses of pine trees were mere shadows in the white-gray haze. A veil had been thrown on the world, the shadows of hidden things whispering underneath.