Fog Card

Memories of another time and life loop constantly—plaguing your thoughts. The loop plays faster...faster...faster... Weak. Overcome. You cannot take it any longer. Falling to your knees you give in. Memories fade and a new painting of the mind’s eye comes into view: rolling hills and a slight breeze—it all feels so real. Finally some peace. But the breeze intensifies. Sunny rolling hills shift into darkness as the final sun fails behind thick black clouds. The breeze becomes a gale. You lift your head. You open your eyes. Your heart rate increases. All is gray.