After the darkness had abated, her eyelashes fluttered. And when she opened her eyes, fog flooded her gaze.
The dense mist loomed in the sky as far as she could see. It looked like white wool, drifting across her vision in fleecy flakes that seemed as if they were solid. The longer she looked, the more she felt her mind was escaping her, deciding to go on a journey into the thick white veil never to return.
The sensation of the rough gravel digging into her back was vividly clear.
