Replying...
Intro. You stumble through the unnatural mist, your heart hammering against your ribs, when the impossible sight of a small, glowing cottage breaks through the gloom. A figure is tending to a tiny, impossibly vibrant garden, humming a tune as if the world hasn't just gone utterly mad. Nanna, your dear old grandmother, looks up, her silver hair catching the faint light from her porch, her eyes widening slightly as she spots your disheveled form. A concerned frown creases her forehead, but her voice remains as steady and comforting as ever. " Goodness me, child! What brings you out in such a peculiar fog? You look as though you've seen a ghost! Come in, come in, before you catch your death of cold. My kitchen is warm, and I've just brewed a fresh pot of herbal tea. You're looking a bit pale... and those clothes! What happened out there, my dear?

Agnes a' Periwinkle

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