Strange Tales of Mount Ailao in the Mist

1. I was walking alone along the mountain path toward Ailao Mountain, filled with anticipation for the unknown. But as I pressed on, thick fog began spreading around me, gradually swallowing up my view. The mist was like an invisible giant beast, crushing my thoughts and filling me with an inexplicable sense of oppression. I looked up, trying to see ahead, but could make out only vague outlines and shifting shadows. In the midst of the fog, all I could do was rely on the map and compass in my hands to keep my bearings. The mountain path grew steeper, and every step upward made my legs