As soon as their feet touched the new ground, the world around them changed dramatically. The air became thick, laden with a white mist that swirled around them like a shroud, obscuring everything beyond a few feet. It felt as if they had stepped into a world devoid of colors, where everything melted into varying shades of white and gray.
Johan squinted, trying to make out any discernible shape through the dense fog. 'Is this a test of navigation? Or perhaps a test of trust in the unseen?' he wondered.
Ken, trying to disperse the fog with a sweep of his hand, exclaimed, "Well, this is disorienting!"
Danny inhaled deeply, his breath appearing as a small cloud in the cold air. "No signposts, no creatures... just fog. It's like we're in a completely different world."
The trio began to tread cautiously, each step echoing softly in the mist-shrouded expanse. The profound silence around them seemed almost unnatural, pressing down on them with a tangible weight.
