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Cold fog seeps through the sturdy house. The windows, as hard as the stone the house was built upon became foggy; there is no visible scenery except that of a blurred world. So different from what the outside world looked like, the fog had swept everything away. It left what was once seen as a sleepy forest to be menacingly dark. The fog seeped from the forest with an eery presence, cursing everything around it to be just as eery. Perhaps if the window had been clear, and the scenery seen for what it really was, then maybe the world wouldn’t have been so dark. Maybe the figure hiding away behind the glass, in a house of security but terrible loneliness, would have ventured out.

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