A Sea of Fog

This story was inspired by "Wanderer above the Sea of Fog"

Painting by Caspar David Friedrich, 1818

A Sea of Fog

    A man unknowingly wakes up on the side of a flat mountain. Not knowing how he got there and where he is, he looks around. He is surrounded by a fog so thick you could cut it with a knife. He thinks to himself trying to recall any information. His name is Mark Callius, and he is a wanderer. He loves the thrill of adventure and even more, the thrill of discovery. This is what he thinks to himself. Deciding to go on that information he decides what to do.

    He decides to discover what in the sea of fog. He thought he heard of this before but can’t recall where he heard of it. He makes up his mind and begins descending the peak. It gets defecate to see as he makers his way down. Mark knows that if he walks straight, he’ll eventually get out. It minutes later and now he is worried that he is lost. Thinking he seen the same thing twice. A deep dread of deja vu consumes him like fire. He starts to doubt himself if he’ll ever get out. Clouded by judgement he starts to wonder about possibilities of what is to come of him.

    He starts to joke that he is losing it. He thinks his mind is playing tricks. He trudges onward in one direction again. The fog is everywhere. Consuming all hope he has a if it was a soul snare. He fights his way through but starts to get tired of walking. He takes a break and tries to collect his thoughts. He thinks this was a stupid idea. The fog had swallowed his soul and pride. A brave man to start and a broken soul to end with. It was a bad combination but this is what he thought to himself. No one would care if he was gone or missing. He was a lonely man his whole life. He doesn’t remember anyone or anything about family.

    He thinks this journey was for nothing. He decides to fall asleep and be consumed by the fog. He starts to hear a voice. A faint fog indeed but still there. He thought it was a hallucination. The voice in a angelic tone called out and told him to continue. He told it go away that he rather die. The voice told him again to move. He decided to listen and starts to continue on the journey. He trudges through thick and thin to find the way out. He continues wondering about the voice. He thinks it is a familiar voice but can’t put a finger on it.

    He ends up in a clearing a mesmerizing sight. It was blank though but still something more than fog. He cried in joy he wasn’t in the fog. He didn’t care about the blankness or quietness, all that matters is he is free. He thanks the fog and a shine of light engulfs him. The fog subsides and blankness consumes him. He gain his memories, knowing he isn’t alone. The voice is of family. The love ones he lost along a foggy way. His mind was fogged burt know was free. His soul was cleansed of the soul snare and was happy. He walk towards the light. He woke up to people crying. Everyone was worried but happy he woke up. He wonder what happen and they said he lost his mind and left but was found knocked out. He said he was sorry he left. He said that he fought his way out of a sea of fog.