User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-7562999-20160330141531

Goldenheart looks at her hooves. Everything still seems to be in the same place. She sighs...That was awful. Still, it's strange. The weariness has not gone away from her body. She looks around the room, and then she sees the same white tendrils. The room reverberates with the voice of the mist monster. "Cracks...Beware of the cracks...The Monster of the Mist comes...Beware of cracks..."

The mist fades.