WE can feel it already.
Was trying to sleep when i heard my father wake up. "Father whats wrong" i said. He says, "Picking up some water". I said okay then i left, but i hear a noise. When i turn, a big light, and my father has his eyes glowing. "It's coming. The chosen one will win again" He says. "Win what?" "All roads lead to shangai", he said, before he turns back to normal. He looks at me and asks, "Whats wrong?", like nothing happened, but i knew exactly what happened. I could hear a distant "WATCH THIS", and the sound of a updraft, as i look at the window and a mysterious shadow moves through the night.
Suddenly i woke up. It was all a dream! But by my desk, a note was there, on what was before a empty space. As much as it was a unknown handwriting on low light, i could read the only word written as clear as day: "GIRA"
“Do you really believe this?” the listener asked.
“Yes, its a pattern” the scientist said. “Peoples that never met each other talked about the same thing. Mayans, Egyptians, Sumerians. All of them described a unstoppable hurricane in a specific year. A fast disaster. Devastating. Something that goes through everything and leaves no answers.”
He keeps talking.
“Each civilization used a different calendar. Different math. And even then, they all reached the same result.”
(silence)
“What result?” the listener asked.
“2026.”
“And the name?”
“It was the same in every language.”
The scientist stays quiet for a second, like he didnt want to say it.
“Aspas.”