Strahd's Curse

The swirling gray mist finally parts slightly, veering away from a path that leads toward massive Gates adorned with grim flourishes and gargoyles, though they stand without walls. Before you lies the somber valley of Barovia, a land of eternal darkness. Even by day, it is perpetually overcast and gray. There is no way back—the mist is as thick as milk, and no matter how you change your route, any attempt to push through it only brings you back to the Gates time and time again.
Around you lies a forest shrouded in eternal twilight. Somewhere in the distance, the eerie howl of something that sounds not quite like a wolf echoes through the air... The Gates stand slightly ajar, a silent invitation.