Thread:Eureka Enderborn/@comment-26444332-20170125023531/@comment-26444332-20170126055840

Erizawa smiles slightly, though it's difficult to tell in the mist.

'Perhaps that was sarcasm, but for us this is home, and the only one we could ask for.'

And with that, she leads them along a winding road, barely discernible in the fog. From when they landed, it appeared to be midday: but on the ground, for outsiders at least, it's impossible to tell the time. Everything is simply a grey-white.

Along the way, several times the ambassadors hear strange things in the mists: bowling, distant crying, weeping. Even a few ominous shapes, which disappeared when one got close as if they never existed. Some of the Terrans are quite obviously unnerved, while the others may show mixed signs of anxiety.

Not long after, they find themselves walking on a soft pavement of sorts, some sort of pedestrian footway. And then they see shapes in the mist: buildings. Then, the fog gradually lightens considerably, allowing them to see around fifty feet in any direction. With the change, the white-blue star's light filters through, painting the mist in a clear light.

'Oh, it's turning into a phenomenally clear day,' Erizawa comments. 'Though, it's a bit sunny...' she murmurs, looking up at the mist.

As the fog lifts a little to a "clear" day on Aetan, the ambassadors can see themselves in a great city set in the shadow of mountains in every direction.