Mist slowly encircled the campsite and crept around each tent, slowly rising until it covered the tents. Morning came later, and the mist dispersed as the sun rose. Where before campers were sleeping, the land sparkled with dewdrops. Not a trace remained of any campers.
As the Farmer approached the site, he noticed the lack of any disturbance, and smiled. The mist never failed him.
Deep underground now, an aching discontent filled the mist. Grown mu...