Ashfall blankets the land in gray, powdery residue from distant volcanoes. It coats surfaces, clogs air, and irritates eyes and lungs. Crops wither, water sours, and tracks vanish. Protective masks and sealed shelters are vital.
Fine ash drifts down, coating skin in gray powder. It clings to eyelashes, stings throat with acrid bite. Visibility fades in the thick, choking haze. Footprints vanish under soft, suffocating layers, muffling every sound.