As they ventured forward, the fog began to thicken at a pace that could be called "unnatural". What light there was was swallowed up, sounds from the faire faded into silence. Indeed, the only thing either would hear would be the sounds of their own breathing - and Tery was trying to keep his even, despite the clamor in his brain to flee from the place. Even though there was no light the shapes of the trees, with their leafless branches stretched outward and upward, were still discernible. The air became thick, making breathing a labor, giving a feeling of cloying hands or being submerged in water while still barely able to breathe.<br/><br/><i>The faintest of whispers, not heard but felt in the mind. "Let go. Be at peace. You are safe. Let go of all and find respite in the dark."</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>