Pido a Dios que esta pesadilla recurrente sea solo un sueño y nadie tenga que sufrí ante lo que voy a relatar.
I pray to God that this recurring nightmare will be just a dream and that no one will have to suffer before what I am about to relate.
After a day of strolling to the beach with my family, suddenly the sky darkens generating a strong storm, the sea moves away to the point of losing sight, people run in fear, some already drowned, among shouts and crying children without direction, others sunk in the sand are trampled asking for help, my family and I helped some trying not to lose track. We managed to flee by boarding our car, terrified I listen to the thundering breeze... Afterwards there is a brief silence...
I turn around and the sea grows into a huge, dark wave... after a devastating sound, the wave bursts and rushes, destroying everything... My trembling older brother drives, accelerating to the maximum, he climbs a mountain and behind us the wave is chasing us, anguish takes hold of my mother hugging my father, they pray, my other two brothers ask for speed, my voice does not come out with my hands on my chest, I say goodbye to life. Suddenly the sea stops having strength and moves away from us, quietness returns and everything continues dark, from the mountain I can see a sea of corpses and stone mounds where survivors can be seen and heard among lamentations.
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