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I'm fine.
I feel... perfectly fine.
Why the hell do I feel fine?
the fog petrifies everyone it touches.
But I'm fine.
Somehow.
Unless I died; I could be a ghost again.
I did fall...
Looking up into the purple vapor that flooded the city, only the faintest outlines of buildings could be seen towering above.
... a ways.
I don't see a body though.
I know this is where I landed, thanks to the mess of broken concrete around me.
But there's no body, so I'm probably not dead, which really should calm me down.
If I'm not dead, then I'm stuck in a city of fog that should've frozen me after a fall that should've killed me.
And yet, for some reason, I'm fine.