Groza

Silence. There was silence in the beginning. A booming sound came from a distance away. It's dark. The wind spontaneously picked up and swirled the already slightly yellowed grass. August. And summer warmth doesn't save you from something that's coming. You feel that anxiety is rising inside. This faint, subtle feeling can't be drowned out. That sound again and then the silence... You already know what's going to catch up with you soon. It makes no sense to run. Only the wind flutters my hair desperately, goosebumps ran through my body. The clouds have thickened. And here it is in all its glory: a dazzling light and then a rolling sound of thunder. All that remains is to succumb to the elements.

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