i was once a simple man, a man with no conflict. but then it happened, it appeared. it consumed me. i was consumed by the fog. never again was i the same. for was once my daily routine of sunshine. has become a daily ritual of darkness and pain. endless terror and screams. just as i think i have won my freedom. alas, there is no end. there is no escaping the fog. for it is endless torture, endless suffering, endless trial. i am neither alive nor dead. i am simply, surviving.