Elias adjusted the headphones of his seismic recorder. The needles on his monitor were jumping in jagged, violent stabs, yet the ocean surface remained as flat as a mirror. No whitecaps. No spray. Just a dull, metallic sheen stretching toward the horizon. "It’s not the water moving," a voice rasped behind him.
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
A massive wall of distorted air—invisible but for the way it warped the light—rushed toward the shore at silent, impossible speeds. It didn't splash; it shattered. Trees didn't bend; they snapped like glass. Elias adjusted the headphones of his seismic recorder