The fog swallows the path completely. Your steps slow, then stop altogether as the world around you softens into pale, drifting white. Trees, earth, sky all dissolve into a quiet nothing, as if the village behind you was only a memory carried on the wind. For a moment, there is no direction.

No sound....
Only stillness. Then, faintly, the world seems to exhale.

 

The fog parts just enough to suggest a way back. Your first steps into Arundel end here, but the road beyond this mist is far from finished.