mist on the hill

For the most part you can see nothing. The density of dew disrupts your sense of smell. It's so thick, it's like it's raining.

In the distance, a faint, melancholy rumbling.

As you continue to look around, eventually you catch sight of a worn, grey stone. It looks like there's an indentation in it.

However, you have nothing to put in it.

Head back