The fog had surpassed looking thick; it felt thick. I felt enveloped in it. I could barely make out the others in front of me, their signals twinkling faintly and sporadically. I dipped and looped, dancing gracefully – almost hauntingly – in the night sky. It was almost tragic that no one could see me. That wasn’t the point, though.
As it does, panic found it’s way to me, and grace quickly devolved into something more staccato. For just a moment, I was secretly glad that my light was hazy.
When the fog lifted, I waited with bated breath for the lights.
Only darkness waited patiently to greet me.
There were no more lights to follow; there was only space. I was once again enveloped.
Bright and solitary, my light shone out like beacon.
No one came to find me.
I started to fade.