He laid there, unconscious. It wouldn't be long until Twist, all of a sudden, woke up to a thin veil of light blue fog and the howling of the wind. Twist quickly got up, only to stumble and fall back to the ground. He got up once more and slowly walked to the edge of the cliff he was standing on. No matter how hard he tried to see though, all he could see was a thick wall of fog far past the hill near where he was standing. He wanted to yell out for help but was too petrified to even utter a single word. Twist had to know where he was but knew he couldn't do that standing on that cliff so after investigating the area, he found a short ramp and carefully treaded down.

From there, he took a deep breath and walked right into the fog, prepared for the worst...

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