The smoke curls around your body, a veil that grows thicker with every second. Each inhale is heavier, each exhale weaker, as if the haze itself is swallowing your breath. Your thoughts dissolve into the mist, words and memories drifting apart like ashes. There is no horizon, no end, only the endless softness of fog binding you tighter with every breath. You are drowning not in water, but in silence, in smoke, in the absence of air.
