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The sounds, the voices seen through their chromatic equivalents.
A breath of air on the face, as if someone invisible is breathing next to you.
The fog enshrouding everything, causing everything to disappear, erasing the world, the trees, the houses, the people.
A milky, pearly mist which reveals only the faint halo of the sun, and at times even that disappears, and you search for it, squinting your eyes in that empty greyness.
