Creeva’s World 2.0

A sad mist descends gen­tly upon the crowd. Wet­ting them slightly, giv­ing them a tingly sen­sa­tion through­out their bod­ies, like their whole being has fallen asleep. They shake, they shud­der, their move­ments give no avail to their plight. Only a con­stant fear of dread that their bod­ies, their feel­ings will not awaken.
It’s like a dark­ness they can not pen­e­trate. A black hol­ish void that light, feel­ins, and sen­sa­tion can­not escape from.