the fog isn't gone, perhaps that was the only real thing that came to you, though it feels less like fog, and more seems to be a thin veil, a shroud, for the things that should not be yet are to watch you from behind it, you trust little of anything, most of all the fog, the night sky is as it should be, your home is correct and true, yet the fog, the fog seems, it feels, oh so fake.

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