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I suppose I should start with the first time I saw the fog. We’d just played eight hours of D&D, and so all of us were in that awkward state of being too frazzled to think coherently, but too wired to go to bed. I don’t even remember what I was saying - probably laugh-yelling at everyone for all the chaos they caused in the campaign - when my friend Sasha mentioned something about “her crush”. For some reason everyone turned to look at her - which was a little rude, since she cut me off in the middle of explaining one of my favorite secrets. I spent a minute or two trying to get people back to talking about the important things, but the conversation had left me thoroughly behind by then, so I took the opportunity to clean up my dice.
When I looked up, hoping that the subject had changed, I noticed that my eyes were stinging. I blinked them a few times, and then I realised that I couldn’t see my friends even though they were only a few feet away. Instead, all I could see was a thick pale fog, and distant silhouettes. I knew they were my friends - I could see them moving, and hear their voices - but it all felt impossibly far away somehow. I should have run, but I was too tired to move so I just called out to them hesitantly, but they didn’t even pause their conversation.
I closed my eyes for a few minutes - part of me was freaking out, and part of me thought it was just a result of exhaustion. Right when I was almost ready to panic, I heard Sasha start talking about the campaign NPCs - and suddenly, something shifted and the fog just vanished. I didn’t want to ruin the conversation (especially now that we were finally talking about something fun), so I just scooted closer and joined in as if nothing had happened. We talked a little more, and although I was a little jumpy the fog never actually returned, so eventually I just drifted off to sleep.