The Fog Beast blows through you like a strong wind, and you are knocked over onto your side. You grab for something to hold onto, something to anchor yourself with, but there is nothing but dirt and grass and loose rocks in your reach.
When it's over, you are on the beach.
Rex stands at the edge of the water, his back to you as he looks out at the small islands ahead. Something is off about him. He's so still, like only a small part of a movie has been paused while the rest of it continues to play out at normal speed.
"Petzeiros! Hey! Wake up!"
It's Diego's voice. It sounds distant, but it's unmistakably him. Rex doesn't seem to hear him.
"Come on, Petzeiros, you have to wake up!" he says again.