The fog was thick. Cold dampness seeped through not only cloths but right to the bone. At the best, visibility was 10 feet of rolling wisps of gray. At the worst, the fog wrapped you in a blank of gray and even raising your hand in front of your face was a pointless gesture. The sounds of footsteps echoed in strange ways. Was that your own foot steps, or someone else's? Another noise was bouncing around in the bland grayness so distorted that you couldn't even begin to recognize it.
All your senses dimmed and changed: Vision was bland grayness; Damp, crisp water drops were all you could smell; and sounds echoed, coming from several different places at once. It was almost as if you were transported to some alien world that has shadows of things you almost recognized.
Almost tempted to add:
>"Where do I go from here?" you wondered aloud. > >"You tell me," the echos from the fog seemed to reply.
But that would be too much of a tease since I got nothin' after that.