Here I am, once again, waking up in the middle of the vast prairie. I can smell the humid air when I take a deep inhale; I can feel the wet grasses surrounding my feet; I can hear the dew as they fall off along the veins of their leaves.
When I slowly open my eyes, I squint into the scenery in front of me. Although there are no lights bright enough, it takes a few seconds for my sight to adapt to the luminance around me.
A short while later, my sense of sight gradually returns. However, I am incapable of further observing my surroundings, for there is a layer of thick white fog encircling me. The fog forms a dome, isolating everything beneath from the sky and the outside world.
"Is anyone there…?"
Even when I speak in a faint voice, it sounds rather thundering among the silence. While my voice echoes across the dome, the behaviour of the fog begins to change. It starts to swirl like a leaden tornado with me alone encompassed.
"What is happening…?"
