Finter Fonderfand Fog. As if the world didn't seem expansive enough...not only have I lost complete sight of anything further than 10 feet in front of me, but it is almost as if the world beyond has simply disappeared. I think outside right now is as close as I will ever get to feeling what it would be like to live on a tiny moon circulating some far off planet. The horizon is monochromatic, the air is thick, no mountains no vallies, no anything. The world ends where my fingertips land. All that is visible are distant glowing orbs, more resembling stars than lights with actual tangible shapes, wattages, and colors. A dim cellophane layer lies between me and these lights that come in groupings, rows, and shapes. I recognize the shapes as houses but I could imagine them being like constalations that are only recognizable after your mind connects the dots. The most eerie thing about the world of fog, and what most closely resembles it to my moon however, is the sound. Maybe it is some metaphysical wavelength junk, or some relation to the density of the air, but fog has the inescapable ability to eat sound. In a city covered with fog i could swear I am the only thing alive. The surroundings become stagnant and still, no sound is clear and every movement of air is muffled. No engine roars, no cricket chirps, no soft wind cries, no dulled laughter, no honking of horns, no owl howls, no dog barks, no human's breathing. Everything is silent. Everyone outside is audibly alone. And when a warm breath exits your body, it remains unrelatable to the fog it enters. Unlike earth, you can clearly see you are breathing something, inhaling and exhaling something, different. It's like your on the moon....
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