Human: Generate for me a magical scene outside a mountain with fog and wisps. Assistant: 
A delicate fog hugs the ground with its ethereal tendrils, winding its way in and out of the larger rocks that dot the summit's surface. Errant wisps of the grey substance occasionally spiral upward several feet above the ground. The hiss of the winds as they blast through tiny holes in the rocks lends the illusion of great, hulking adders keeping a watchful gaze over the area.