A Perfect Day Shattered
It began as an ordinary summer morning on the eastern seaboard. Families spread blankets across warm sand, surfers paddled past the break, and tourists queued for ice cream cones. The horizon glimmered in the heat, a serene picture postcard of vacation life.
But shortly after noon, the sea changed. A hush fell as a ripple—far too large to be a wave—cut through the water. Seagulls scattered. The air itself felt heavier, charged, as if some unseen hand had lifted a curtain between reality and myth. Then, with a thunderous splash, it rose. Continue reading…
