Then he fell, badly, tumbling over rocks into a small hollow, bruising himself and knocking out all his wind. The fog had billowed over him, marching past, urgent in its hurry to engulf things, as he lay stunned and breathless in the bottom of his small declivity. Then he began to hear the rocks murmur all around him, and he'd crawled, then run, as fast as he could, screaming. Fell again, got up and went on running.
In a moment of chaos, the character falls unexpectedly, losing his breath and sustaining bruises as he descends into a small hollow. Surrounded by an advancing fog, he finds himself disoriented and vulnerable at the bottom of the decline, grappling with his surroundings as he struggles to regain composure. The urgent movement of the fog symbolizes the pending peril that surrounds him.
As he starts to regain his senses, he becomes...
