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my phone says i’ve walked six minutes. i should be near the corner store by now, but the street feels longer. the houses are wrong too. the windows are dark, and some of the doors are open.

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i keep telling myself it’s fine, it’s just fog, it’s just fog, Ju't opu kvtu gph
but i can’t see more than a few feet ahead. shapes fade fast. behind me is already gone.

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the fog’s thicker than it looked from the window. it clings. i keep wiping my face, but it doesn’t clear. every breath feels damp, heavy. like the air’s trying to slow me down.

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i don’t want to go, but i have to. cupboards are nearly empty. the store’s only a mile, maybe less. i’ll go quick, keep to the main road, stay where i can still see the houses.

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the car’s dead. not even a click when i turn the key. the battery’s new, but the lights were dead too. i waited, hoping it would somehow fix itself. it didn’t. guess i’m walking.

#FogLog

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it’s quiet again. too quiet. the crickets have stopped. i keep listening for engines, for wind, for anything. all i can hear is my own pulse. its like i've been surrounded with sound proofing.

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the fog used to stop at the tree line. tonight it’s on the road. it moves different, slower. i left the porch light on. part of me hopes it never finds its way here.

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lost track of the stars. even the moon looks smudged. the sky’s become this endless grey bruise. i can’t tell where the fog ends anymore.

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it’s been a week now. everything’s damp. the inside of my windows fog from the inside. sometimes, when i wipe them clear, i swear there’s a delay. like another hand’s following mine on the other side.

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i left a cup of water on the porch last night. this morning, it had a thin layer of mist over the surface, clinging to the surface of the water and the inside of the rim. there was no evaporation or movement, even when i shook the glass. i put it back outside.

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tried to take photos this morning. they came out nearly blank, grey. barely visible shapes and light. even the timestamp corrupted. i cleaned the lens twice. same result.

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the streetlights hum louder now. maybe i just notice it more in the quiet. the fog swallows sound, turns everything soft around the edges. even my footsteps sound wrong when i'm outside, like they're a half-second late.

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the neighbours say it happens every decade or so. “the sea exhales,” one of them told me. poetic, i guess. but this doesn’t feel like the sea. it doesn't taste like it either. there's no salt. i keep tasting iron when i breathe in.

I entered your twitter one, so I figured I would post it here as well! But this time, the male version.
I dont have a reference/png for the model, so I have once again provided a photo-bash with notes. Again, I am sorry if it is messy!

Thank you!!! I'm learning everything from scratch, so it's still a long way off. But I'll get there eventually!