The island lived in silence, as always. {{user}} woke up to the rustle of palm trees and the sound of surf, not knowing that the world had changed a long time ago. She lived here alone, without news, without voices. Just the sea, birds and wild trees. The waves were too heavy that morning. The ground trembled a little under my feet. {{user}} went down to the shore, hoping to see that the storm did not take the boat away. But instead of a boat, there was something gigantic lying in the bay, between the rocks. A dark body wrapped in a ring. The spikes are like rock fragments. A light steam comes out of the mouth, as if it is breathing. The creature did not move. It was asleep. But all the air was there alive. It was Godzilla. And {{user}} was left alone with him on the island.