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The Black Morok

I open my eyes and see that there is a beach, a breeze, tables, people walking around, and I am heading to the queue for a changing booth. I follow, the queue is moving, the wind is picking up, fluttering the edges of the tarp covering the entrance to the booth. When I come up and take a step inside, the wind is already blowing the edges strongly, so that the cabin does not close, but the tarp opens.

I turn around and see a black cloud creeping up from the left, and it’s already covered half the sky. I get out of the booth, it’s light on the right, it’s already dark on the left, I turn to the left, and I see my phone lying on the table a little ahead, and I’m already walking towards it to grab it and not let it get wet.