[YALL KNOW THE USUAL. As soon as you step into the mist, there's an awful sense of dread and despair, howling wind, and the whispers of voices asking if you're predator or prey, egging you on to run or hide. The mist swirls all around and you can't see anything. . .usually. With your new bird friend weed, you can make out your surroundings so long as you're in contact, the path being fully visible for Hawks.

Not that there's much to see. Some of the surrounding forest has been restored thanks to the Earth spirit, but it's still overwhelmingly grey and dead, just with little spots of life.

The lily path Blossom conjured up before has long since died and withered away, but if anyone has any ideas on how to get a read once was but no longer is, now's your time.]