It was the darkest of all the nights. I was dead tired. But I had to drive. The fog was making it equally difficult for me to drive. I drove like a snail. I felt my move restricted at the speed of car’s headlight.
Honestly, I felt like the time had frozen itself in the thick dense fog. My eyes had become heavy from the non-stop driving and I just dozed off.
The next thing I saw was — me, standing in a city which looked deserted and there were green cloud bubbles that were floating above my head.
Fog covered mountains
Behind the veil of a misty fog lies another realm of reality, one which is a copy of the existing reality but is totally different in a lot of aspects. As my mind tick-tocks between consciousness and unconsciousness I fall in and out of a dreamy land.
Dreamy, to me is like this picture – misty, foggy, an unclear mind but always a mystery behind its foggy lines.