One endless wave filled with only passionate hatred swept upon the land leaving bitter disaster in its wake,

It seemed to rip all life out of existence as it spread across the land into the very heart of Japan until all that was left was an empty country filled with only pain and sorrow.

The remains all but left;

Cries of an abandoned infant left to die in among the debris,

Wavering moans of survivors that lost so much,

Sky spoiled with polluted air,

Sights of immeasurable destruction that once shined with infinite brilliance

And the wave died down,

And people came to aid,

And through those the country began to mend

It’s all but shaken name.

Uniting people though grief in a time of misery, the wave and all it’s beheld fled back into the darkness of which it was created overwhelmed by the spirit of a nation.