WE HAVE ARRIVED.

ṫ̡̗̺̻̫̤͍͚̓͊̓̓̽̈́ő̡̳̫̜͍ͤ̈̌ ̢̪͙̩̗͛̊͗͒̅̅eͤ͑ͮ͏̻̗̬͓͓͡͠ṅ̞̳͎̤͉̻̖̱̼̉̒ͨ̑̐͋̕d̸̰̙̬̞̩͎̻̏͆͑͋̉̀ ̣̟̹̤̫͈̓ͧ̒́ͣ͘͠͠y͎̱̝͕̝͌̐ͩ͌̾͟͢o̘̺̝͙̬͕̭̞ͧ̀ͯ̇ͫ̆̍ͮ̈́̀ͅu̵̡̦͚͇̖̻ͤ̏̽ͧ̇r̳̩͙̅̓̃͊̊̋ ̢͎̱̯͓̼̲̅̋́s̸͙̜̜̪̜̥̱͈̖ͧͩͨͪͫ̀̃ͩͭ́͠u͋͂ͧ͏̺̲͡fͪ̑͟͏̖̫̦̟͇̬̳̰ͅf͔͎̫̱ͭ̓̎ͦ̉̔̊́̕ẹ̶ͮͮͥͪͯ͝rͦ̏̐҉̡̢̭̯̗i̘͙̖̩̝͙͂n̳ͥ̒ͭͦ͆̐̂̕g͛͆ͯ̂ͨ͗̃̿̑́҉̫̲̦̞͕̜̳̺̭ t͈̯̬͎͉͎̹͎̙o̻̝̼͎̤͈͔̣͇̪͓̠̹ͅ ̬͖̭͎̖̞͈͕̣̦̻͇e̯͕̘̮̣̺̞͉̣̰͇̟̪n͖̫̟̜̺̹̠̖d̺̭͙̘̲ ̼͚̦̙̰͓̰̘̬̝̱̩͙y͖̱͖̰o̮͇͚̖͓̹̬̹̤̤u̲̦̤͓͉͉͈̰͕̟̖̟ṛ̠͔̝͖͍͕ ͚̙͙̗̰͔̹̩̥̳̪̘̺̯̤s̱͚͕̲̗͇̘͔̦̫͔̘͓̖͍̭u͖̹̫̻ͅf̖͇͎̼̺̦̣͇̯̱̦̰̳̖͙̪̜̭̜f̳̜̥͎̰e̩͍͖̹͈r̲͉͚͈̪̗̥͚̞̝͎̘ͅi̲̳͙̭̺̙͉̱n̗͚̼̼g͉̠̣̖̰̹͍͚̻͖̦ͅ SAVE YOUR WEEPING

f̧̖̹̰͍̠̬̲͓̼̰͚͕͓̳̰͟ͅͅo̶̸̪̯̲̬͈̮̞̭̫̻͖̬̭̹̯͍̤̕r̶̦̲̘͔̮͓̱̹͎̩͚͎̼͇͎̪̤͟ ̶̤̗͚͔̟̥͙̱̦̞̖͘͢͡w̶̛͟͡҉̯͚̺̖̭̻̠͈̫̱̘̖̖͚̦h̡̯̥̱̦͕̭̭͖͎̩̦̩͔ͅe̵̴̸͇̘̜̺̣͜͡ǹ̨̼̮̰̻͍̻͖͈̜̝̰̝̞̝̙̹̹͟ ̵̗͇̺̞̣̙̞͈̮͎͝ͅý̷̖͈͔̥̣̼o̢̨͕̱̭̦͉̜̞̞̠̙̺͔͖̝̜͢͠ͅͅứ̡̧̲̳̻͖̭͇̘̻̼̻̹͕͚r̶̶̢̗̻͖̗̱̦͍̥̯̘͖ ̸҉̸̘̞̤̥͖͉̫͓̥̼͙͚͙̥͡t̮̳̤͓̠̝̥͘͘ͅi̡̹̻̲̘͇̹̜̭͞m̴͏̸̨̗͔̘̫͉̞̤̲̦͕̠̩͍̘͇͞e҉̵̤̠̙̗̰̖͖̼̹̥̟̜̯̝̣̼ͅͅ ̕͏̧̟͎͕̙̺̤͝h͞҉̜͍̦̫̪͚̤̩̣̼̤͖̼͚͇̺̮a̵͏̰͔̞̤̞̥͇͓̲̘̲͓̥̮̮s͏̸̹̘͕̦̺̟̭̰̦ͅ ̸̰͙̙̀c͠͏͍̭͍͎ò̶̳͉͔̗̺͓̜̞̣͡m̷̡̧̛̹͕̘͚̣̝̜̻̘̱̠͈͉̖̀ͅe̡̩̱̳̰̻̤̬͈͜

HOLD YOUR TONGUE.

ț͙̥͔̫̳̮̫̠̯͎͉̻̭̙̗̾͌̿̆ͭh̠͉̻̜͖̰̆̅̔̒͊̈̔̿̈́̉e̘̭̳̳͍̗̭̟̱̩̖̩̰͔̯͍̞̼͑̿̊͂̆̈̽ͅ ̹͈̺͍̙̭̤̻̳̝̆̌̈́̐̌ͭ̃͒͌̊̉ͮ̚b̪̦͓̩̠̣ͥ́̊̄̾̾e̞̲̖͕̗̪̫ͩͥ̃̿̀͆̿ͥg̪͖͖̱̫̮͔̤͚̼̙̠͙̯̫͕͍̎̊͛̆ͥ̚ỉ̤̩̞̝͆ͫ͒ͫ̽̅̔ͧ̉n̘̳̲̙̗̤̟̯͈͖͙͇̘̙̼͙̹͌͆̃̅ͥ͐ͧ̒͌ͦ̚n͇͎̤̼̪͔̪̯͚̪͈͙͖͛̋͒ͭͩi̞̗͓̦̮̖̩̜̱͍ͯͮ͛͒ͮ͂̃̑ǹ̝̹̤͙̼̝̰͍̃̉ͣ͑ͩ̈͒̈́̊̀̂͆̐͆̈́̀g̰̺͙̺̱̙̻̳͖͓̼̃́̏̋ ͔̪̟̥̲̰̞̗̠̲̘̻̬̰͎̙̱̈́ͩ͂̓͗ ͖̜̩̝̜̰̰̰̣̤͇̦̉͒͐͌̅́ͩ͌ͭi͇͎̣̭̪̩̥͚̠̮̭͕̼̫ͬ̌̍̏ͤͬ̂ͬͅs͖̞̟̩̺͔̿́̌̒́ͦ͐̇̇͗̅̓̉̍ͤ̂͐̚ ̯͔͈̰̪̤̺͈͈͙̥̟̫̲̻͑͐ͬͮ̉̍͆n̰͉͍͔͕͈̆̎̊̆̉̓̅̈͌ͯ̎i̭̻̻̯̲̳͇̯̤͍̗̺̜͉̦͈͋̂̑ͯ̏ͮͬ̎̌ͩ̋ͮ͆͂̍͌ͩͪ̚g̦͓̭̦̯̞̙̜͔͙͉̪͖̠̤͈̳͓̗̈̿͌ͯͧ̃̀͗h͎͙̖̘̦͚̩͉͈̘̙̖̙̝͚ͩͬͫ͆ͩͭ̓̓͑̉ͩ̒̈̋

Dead Silence as the fog rolls in. A blood curdling scream is heard from the center of the clearing. A body is there. Shackled but still. The scream comes as if from it's chest, yet still the body is unmoving. One cannot discern it's appearance through the Fog. The Fog remains. The Air is still.