The fog that had come during the night had spread its nets over the city and the ocean. As a gigantic cloud resting upon the earth it showed no signs of retreat. It stayed there insisting to reconcile the city with the ocean and the countryside, people and nature. It lay there spread out insisting to set everything right, to make everybody and everything reconsider, revaluate, redefine their lives, their values, their beliefs. The city was being baptized. The city lights through the mist had created a faint halo over it. It was a rare mystical sight. However, there weren’t many people that had come out to appreciate the uncanny and strangely satisfying event of this unusual night. Most people were quick to lock themselves into their arrogant houses. All they wanted was to sit in front of the TV the entire night until their brain was completely overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of an artificial reality and then go to sleep safely into their comfortable, fluffy beds. They just wanted this difficult for them night to end. It’s not easy to welcome a blindfold that threatens to make you forget about your everyday life and look inside you for a moment. It’s not easy to question your way of living. It’s not easy to ask yourself what do I really want for myself, for my life; what is truly important? Difficult questions requiring a lot of thought and a lot of self-exploration. That is not something most people are keen on doing. The fog was an opportunity for those who were ready and mature enough to face their fears. The only thing it had to offer was the first step. Realisation and enlightment.

Dana was there, taking everything in. Up on the mountain standing on a rock next to a strange, dirty dog that had met only a few hours ago she was a witness to this event which no history book would talk about and no news report would understand its real purpose. But she did. The endless tears running down her cheeks were the evidence that this experience would be written in the book of her life in huge bold letters as the turning point.

A light breeze began blowing from the north breaking the spell on Dana and her surroundings. The fog would soon belong to the past. As soon as she felt the breeze on her wet skin she started trembling and she embraced herself. The loose strands of hair that were before attached to her face were now waving back and forth according to the mood of the spellbreaker. She dug her head while the dog moved to sit closer to her as if to offer some comfort to a fellow living creature. With the rising of an enormous moon she felt spiritually connected to everything around her but physically and emotionally exhausted.