The tsunami. One of the catastrophes in human history that will never be forgotten, for it has left thousands upon thousands dead. Without warning.

It is a terror of nature.

It comes unannounced and renders its fiercest and mightiest blow. It sweeps everything out of place, even the heaviest objects fastened to the sturdiest grounds. It knows not what mercy is. It just blows, sweeps… everything.

The tsunami isn’t itself a cause. It is itself an effect created by the rapidly displaced ocean bed. The anger of the rapid displacement translates into a whirlpool of liquidated wrath. And it goes on a murder spree, thrusting the breath out of everything within its range that is alive.

What was once water, a much needed component of life, has now become a personification of terror, driving fear deep into the heart of every human soul for the rest of human history.

Some people are like tsunamis, displaced very much earlier in their lives, now causing that roaring stir of a mass of killer liquid. Every life they get close to, they kill. The soul within them is one of anger, hatred, and emotional violence.

They can’t help themselves, for they’re not a cause - they’re an effect.

And they can’t stop themselves either, for they’re not a cause - they’re an effect.

Like a tsunami, they emerge, wreaking disorder and chaos. And then they dissipate and disappear, leaving behind a screaming calmness as if they were never there. And its survivors are left trying to make sense of the new chaos they find themselves in.