The seas are finally calm, it has been weeks and months of raging storms with no end in sight. What used to be a picturesque landscape turned into a disastrous wreck; houses built too close to the ocean are no more, leaving behind only the foundations, traces of human life are plenty but too small to be of any comfort. Even the sandy beach is but a pale shadow of its former glory, all gloom and dark filled with broken masts and planks from the nearby harbors. All life seems to end right at this area, floras and faunas seem to have found an invisible boundary, now clearly visible due to the stark contrast of no-life; uprooted trees and rock formations all over the place, giving the ravaged town another thorough trampling without much afterthought. A bustling fishing village reduced to a barren wasteland, devoid of any activity; it seems to be a scene taken right out of a post apocalyptic world, that we could only dreamed of, until now.
Right in the bleakness of all this, there remains a small green plant, surviving the onslaught, growing and moving on.
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