silvis caligo

Walking into the woods of the graveyard, a large permanent and thick, choking fog awaits. It is hard to breathe here, and wolves have claimed to hear sweet nothings, and malicious whispers taunting them further inside the mist. A raging inferno is said to be in the middle, to swallow your innocence, where 'demons' emerge to haunt the living. But that's just another myth, right?