Walking through the fog

The misty fog whistled around. My hands are whistles for whips of wind.

tumbling and stumbling through the bushy forest, digging my hand in the field what was that I could feel? Standing the with a shocked face, I see person in form as a beast.

A struck of shock zoomed through my body changing my thoughts around. I was very dizzy, as being suck through a black hole. Their I fainted. Waking up in the middle of know where there I stood in the misty dull lonely yet grey fog for the rest of my life with no one else forever and ever