Short story: The Dance of the Mist

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Andrew sat in his room, surrounded by dusty books and yellowing documents, trying to unravel the enigma of the fog that had covered his world for millennia. The atmosphere was oppressive, and the air seemed heavy with dark secrets. Next to him was Clara, his best friend since childhood, who had shared with him an interest in the unknown, but who lately felt restless and uneasy.

-“Andres, there's something strange about the fog,” said Clara, looking out the window, where the mist swirled like a living thing, hiding the familiar outlines of the streets. Ever since it began to appear, I've had terrible nightmares. I feel that something is watching us, something evil.

-I know, Clara,” Andrés answered, in a somber tone, as he turned the pages of an ancient manuscript. I've been researching, looking for answers. There are legends about the fog that speak of portals to other worlds and beings that lurk within, feeding on our fears and despairs.

One day, as they walked together through the fog-shrouded streets, they noticed something strange happening. The clouds were twisting and spiraling, as if they were vortexes leading to an unknown abyss. The fog seemed to whisper their names, beckoning them to enter its depths.

-We shouldn't follow this, Andrew,” Clara said, a shiver running down her back. There's something evil in the air, I can feel it. Something that shouldn't be disturbed.

-But... But what if there's something we need to find out? -Andrew insisted, feeling a strange attraction to the whirlpool, as if an invisible force was pulling him forward. We can't ignore it, Clara. Maybe there are answers on the other side.

Intrigued and terrified, they decided to follow one of these whirlpools. Crossing the threshold of the mist, they were sucked into a distorted world, where shadows lengthened and colors faded, as if reality itself had been twisted. There, the Guardians, beings of an indecipherable shape, awaited them with empty stares and disturbing smiles.

-Welcome, travelers,” said one of them, his voice echoing far away, as if from a place beyond this world. The mist is a bridge between your world and ours, but not all who cross over return. Some get lost along the way, trapped by their own fears and despairs.

Andrew felt a shiver run through his body. Clara clung to his arm, terrified, her eyes reflecting the fear she felt.

-What do you want from us? -She asked, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind. Why have you brought us here?

-Your curiosity is a gift and a curse,” the Guardian replied, his eyes glittering with ancient and disturbing knowledge. The mist reveals what you fear, what you hide deep in your hearts. It is a mirror that reflects your souls.

They returned to their world, but something had changed. The fog was no longer just a natural phenomenon; it had become a palpable presence, a shadow that followed them at every step, whispering in their ears, reminding them that they would never be safe. Clara's nightmares intensified, filled with visions of dark duplicates of themselves, beings that reflected their deepest fears and hidden guilt.

-I can't take it anymore, Andrew,” said Clara, tears in her eyes, as she huddled in a corner of her room. I feel that the fog is catching me, that it is consuming me. Every time I close my eyes, I see those empty eyes, those cruel smiles. I can't escape.

-We must face it, Clara,” Andrew replied, although he too felt the weight of despair and guilt pressing down on his chest. Maybe there is a way to break its power, to free us from this curse. But we need help.

They joined Thomas, a young inventor obsessed with fog, who had been working on a machine to amplify its properties and open more portals. But his enthusiasm soon turned to madness, consumed by ambition and greed.

-We must open more portals! -We must find out what's on the other side, what secrets the Guardians hide! Think of the power we could gain!

-No, Tomas,” said Leah, a mythology expert who had been researching the legends about the mist. The mist is not a safe place, nor a means to power. It is a reflection of our fears, a trap that slowly consumes us. We must stop before it is too late.

But his warnings were in vain. Thomas, blinded by his ambition and his desire to learn the secrets of the Guardians, activated the machine. The fog swirled around him, and a piercing scream echoed through the air, as if reality itself was shattering. Something emerged from the fog, an amorphous, writhing creature that fed on their despair, devouring light and hope.

-What have you done? -Clara shouted, as the creature lunged at them, its writhing tentacles reaching for their souls. You have opened the door to something we cannot control!

Don Ramon, Clara's grandfather, tried to intervene, but his voice was lost in the chaos. The fog grew thicker, more oppressive, and the Guardians appeared again, their vacant eyes watching the scene with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.

-The price of curiosity is high,” said one of them, as the creature devoured Thomas, its scream of agony echoing off the walls. Those who seek the truth often meet their doom. Some secrets are destined to remain hidden.

Desperate, Andres and Clara tried to escape, but the fog enveloped them, trapping them in its icy embrace. Despair gripped them, and as the creature drew closer, they realized they could never escape the fog. It was an endless cycle of fear and despair, a reminder that some secrets are meant to remain hidden, even if it means sacrificing everything we love.

In the end, the fog swallowed their screams, and the world fell silent again. No one would remember their names, and the fog would continue its dance, waiting for the next unwary who dare cross its threshold, seduced by the promise of answers and power. But those who enter the fog rarely see the light of day again.




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