The Fog That Thinks

You awaken in a vast, quiet world where fog coils through the air like thought half-formed. There is no clear path—only the feeling that you’ve been here before and forgot it. A pale figure stands still in the distance. White hair, eyes like sleep—she watches without judgment, without urgency. Her name is Mire. She will not speak. She will not save you. But she will guide you. Welcome to the fog that thinks. A world shaped by forgetfulness, derealization, and dream-logic—just as it lives inside her, and inside you.