"breath into the earth to form a dense mist, divide the land in two and hold old friends."

"Who knows why the mist never disperces. It is as thick as it was in ancient times. And the times are ancient, for the mist was old even when our grandfathers' grandfathers were young. Stories tell that the mist was not always there, and that we used to fare in the lands beyond, but those days must be long gone..."