Imagine stepping from a world you know into a place shrouded in mist. Your boots sink into damp earth as the gray morning fog clings to you, a cold and silent embrace. Through the haze, indistinct shapes loom: the skeletal frames of tents striped in faded reds and yellows, tall poles strung with limp, sodden banners, and lanterns that swing with a ghostly rhythm in the chill air. The world smel...
