'Go to the fog', they said. 'Over there you will find all your answers'.
And that's what she did. She crossed over mountains, walked trough valleys, and after years she found her destiny. It was all fated. The greatest wisdom, hided in the mist. It surrounded her. She saw nothing but grey. But she felt a presence of something. A bleakness. Her body became filled with sadness. The fog moved in her eyes and tears streamed down her cheeks. And she allowed it. She could not resist. In all her sadness she knew it wasn't real. It was all part of it. Of a bigger plan.
Suddenly all sadness moved out of her body. The tears dried up. And a shadow appeared. It was darker than the fog was. It started to talk: 'I am the fog, the core of all wisdom. Ask me, and I'll answer.' She answered: 'No, you're not. You're no more than a shadow. You have no lips. You can't talk.' The shadow started to scream. Inside of her head. And the ground disappeared. She was floating. And the shadow was gone. And everywhere there was silence. She couldn't hear her own breathing anymore. But she floated, higher and higher. And there was fog everywhere. She couldn't breath anymore. She was choking.
And she closed her eyes.
And then it happened. Her eyes opened. And she fell down. Fast.
And the ground appeared under her feets again. And the fog was gone. It looked like nothing ever happened. But she knew.
All her questions were answered.
Because silence is the language of wisdom.
And the quieter you become, the more you hear.
