TSUNAMI

At first, I didn’t hear the earth move. I heard the silence. Then everything started breaking. We were driving too fast. Smoke behind us. An explosion I didn’t dare look at. He told me to hold on — but I was already holding on to everything I had left. The world around us split open. Trees collapsed. Houses folded like they were made of paper. The radio screamed nothing but static — like even the air had lost its signal. And then I looked at the horizon. It wasn’t a storm. It wasn’t rain. It was a wall. A wall of water higher than anything I’ve ever believed could exist. That’s the moment you understand — it’s not about surviving the disaster. It’s about surviving yourself when everything around you collapses.