As the calendar days dwindled down, the impending arrival of The Mist loomed over us, casting a shadow of urgency on our preparations.
The entire sanctuary was abuzz with activity, but it was in the community hall where the most critical discussions took place.
The air was thick with anticipation and a hint of apprehension as I stood before my fellow survivors, ready to address the elephant in the room.
"The Mist is not just a challenge; it's an opportunity," I began, my voice steady, aiming to instil a sense of purpose amidst the underlying tension.
"We've seen how it transforms the flora and fauna of Jungoria, and it's time we consider how we can harness its power for our benefit."
The room fell silent, every pair of eyes fixed on me, as I unveiled the concept of a Mist-powered generator.