As the sun began its descent, a strange stillness crept over Tuzla. The air grew heavy, and an unsettling tension seemed to hang in the atmosphere. The birds fell silent, and the townspeople exchanged worried glances. Then, without warning, the first hailstones plummeted from the sky.

At first, the hailstones were small and harmless, bouncing lightly off roofs and cobblestone streets. But within moments, they grew larger, clattering with a disturbing force against windows and cars. Panic ensued as people rushed to find cover. Shopkeepers hastily shuttered their stores, and families gathered in their homes, trying to protect themselves from the assault of ice falling from above.

The sound of the hail was deafening – a cacophony of sharp strikes against the town's structures. The once-idyllic town was now a battleground against nature's fury. The hailstones ranged in size from marbles to golf balls, each impact a painful reminder of the storm's relentless power. Trees shuddered under the weight of the ice, their leaves and branches stripped away in the onslaught.