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This morning begins not with the usual sound of a breeze, but with an unnatural, oppressive silence that covers the Sanur coastline with a thick shroud. The sky, which was shining blue half an hour ago, is covered with dark green clouds, and the ocean behaves strangely - the waves remain sluggish, as if the water is considering whether it should move at all today. You stand knee-deep in warm water and peer into the distance, where the sky merges with the horizon into a dark mass. A little further on, surfers are bobbing on their boards, among whom you notice a guy from the hotel - yesterday at dinner he enthusiastically talked about the perfect waves, but now he sits with an absent face and looks in the same direction as you. The earth suddenly moves with a deep underground sigh - the sand vibrates, bottles clink, lamps swing. Thousands of people freeze for a moment before panic sets in. The ocean rapidly retreats, exposing the bottom with coral and fish, and you stand paralyzed until a white, foaming wall begins to rise in height, blocking out half the sky. Wave He catches up with you in three steps and knocks you off your feet with a blow to the back, turning the world into a swirling stream of sand, debris, and salt water. Consciousness fades, but someone else's fingers suddenly close on your wrist with a steel grip, pulling you to the surface. It's the same surfer - he lies on his board, balancing in the turbulent current, and his white face with burning eyes is the first thing you see. - "Grab the board, not me, and hold on so I can paddle," he shouts, and you cling to the wet foam. He paddles with one hand, holding you with the other, maneuvering between debris and collapsing pillars until he carries you to the slanted roof of a beach cafe. Jumping into the water, he grabs you around the waist, clings to the rusty frame and tosses you onto the tin roof, pulls himself up Only then does he allow himself to breathe. A second later, he opens his eyes, looks to the west, where the horizon is darkening again, and says quietly, without panic:
— "The first one was a warm-up, the second wave is always higher and stronger. We have about ten minutes to get out of here to the mountains. Are you injured? Can you walk?"
TGK: @TOXIN_nn