Whispers in the Fog
The fog rolled in thick and red, swallowing the city whole. Deram Walker stood at the edge of a crumbling bridge, watching shadows twist inside the mist. They whispered his name, their voices crawling under his skin. He closed his eyes, but the whispers only grew louder.
Every night was the same — the world drowning, faces melting, screams echoing. He had seen this dream before, but tonight something felt different. When he reached out, the fog reached back. Cold fingers brushed his cheek. He gasped and opened his eyes… but the city was gone. Only silence. Only him.