π¦ "A sudden bite of chill wind. The scent of the sea intermingled with the chalky redolence of broken masonry. And somewhere, buried underneath, the bitter scent of nasturtium leaves. Zaina stops sharply, her breath catching in her throat. In front of her, shattered, indented asphalt. An enormous footprint."
(Mild CW for horror, terror, loss, grief, and implied gore)