As day fades into night, mist wafts slowly across the landscape, like a possessive ghost sliding through the halls of its chosen home. Gently it flows across the still surface of a pond, tangles itself in reeds and grasses and extends delicate tendrils between the trees into the darkness beyond.
Its caress muffles the normal sounds of evening. The stars above gradually fade to blankness. Their brilliance is no match for the cool, pale blanket that wraps the world in fluid layers of whiteness, cushioning the weary and lulling all it touches to peaceful serenity in its soft, encompassing arms.
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