Three word monster of "tongue, horizon, and gas".

Far in the western reaches of the known world is a string of islands known as the Calm Isles. Once known for it's dull, foggy weather and distinct lack of anything of interest, the Calm Isles are remote and largely left alone by traders, explorers, adventurers and even conquerors.

Not long ago a merchant sailed out to the Calm seas when he realized no one from the isles had recently visited for the last few years. He and his crew discovered the isles weathered in a strange, pink fog. Villages where in ruins, the land warped by strange pink and purple foliage. Every survivor they found seemed to be in good health yet where oblivious to their warped soundings and the visitors - ignoring the sailors and odd plants as if they weren't there. A sense of dread prevailed the merchant and his crew and they quickly left the silent isles and the strange fog behind.