The Misty Meadows were poorly named - not due to lack of mist, but because of a distinct lack of meadow.
It was a stifling void even on sunny days, though merry laughter often escaped it enticingly.
Only the saddest of folks ventured in never to be seen again. So we feared it.
When I stumbled into those mists, I found many friends I thought lost, happier than I'd ever seen, more themselves than ever. Protected by the veil.
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