[None of it made any sense to her, save for some sort of direct punishment or Hell that was always promised at the fire and brimstone sermons. Whatever he might have said about judgement and retribution, this...this didn't feel like that. She died, yes, but...still, they were all alive here...enough that the fog could kill them.
no subject
It was dizzying.]
This place is sentient? The fog is sentient?