It's been 4 years in the mist, I think. Time moves differently here. I still haven't found the key to the gate in this god forsaken place. I've had to eat the little spider men to survive. Their legs taste like sin incarnate (and a little like pork lo mein). I am the last of my family, my bloodline dies with me. Tell my beloved sister that I'm sorry for lookin' at some mist and saying, "Hey, look at that gross mist. I'm totes gonna touch that." and then walking into the mist. I regret my decision at least two days. Oh wait I don't have a sister, hmm, the mist hurt my noggin. One day I shall fi- Oh shit you're not gonna believe this! The key was stuck to my boot this whole time! Oh my god I'm so stupid. Okay time to open that gate.