Air Of Wave - Suspense Today

The humidity on the coast of Blackwood Bay didn't just sit on your skin; it felt like a physical weight, a damp shroud that smelled of salt and secrets. Elias Thorne stood on the edge of the jagged cliffs, watching the tide roll in. But the Atlantic wasn't behaving.

Elias lunged for the heavy iron railing of the lighthouse stairs, locking his arms through the bars. As the wave hit him, the world turned into a blur of grey and gold. He felt his feet leave the ground, his body becoming weightless yet crushed by a thousand atmospheres. He held his breath, his eyes bulging as he watched the town below begin to float away, piece by piece, into the silent, shimmering blue. Air of Wave - Suspense

Elias spun around. It was Silas, a man whose face looked like a map of every storm he’d survived. He was pointing a trembling finger at the horizon. "Look at the birds, boy." The humidity on the coast of Blackwood Bay