The fog is no friendly creature.
It engulfs anything in its path, clouding the vision of even the most innocent.
It surrounds the smallest things, hiding them from view.
The fog doesn’t approach those sure of themselves.
Instead it favors those who are unsure and unknowing because after all, the fog favors the lost.
The missed, the hopeless, those off-course and the vanished.
The lost find the fog just as fog finds the lost; they are peas in a pod.
Silhouettes meld into the fog, finding solace.
The solace makes people jump headfirst with need.
Given the solace, the danger is forgotten.
Stuck in the fog, people try to escape its treachery.
Escape is never found.
People drown in its milky depths.
Just before the fog is in control, fear takes over.
The fear that blinds a person into running the opposite direction, further in rather than further out.
The fog eats away until only a silhouette is left.
People forget, the fog is no friendly creature.
But the silhouettes never do.