Impetuous waves melancholically rock in expectation of the moment – titanic explosion. The haze slowly comes tightening the sky replacing soft clouds giant swarms, in which are continually distributed scared sounds – as if there behind them gate slam with improbable force publishing gnash, roar and start up lightnings.
Time as if stops all around fades exactly at that moment it`s possible to hear the secret of the sea. The storm is already close.
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