The fog was our first clue that something was wrong. It came so suddenly, like the desert itself was a mirage and we were all floating in this sea of blurry nothingness. The only point of reference was a glow on the distance -- the neon sign of the motel. We should've kept driving. We shouldn't have stopped. Because the moment we pulled into the parking lot, that's when everything went so wrong.

Excerpt from a classified interview with Sarah Frost, sole survivor of the Liminality Event. All related documents are to be expunged immediately.