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February 23, 2025
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t began with a whisper of heat, a shimmer on the horizon that stretched too far, too fast. The sky, once a soft blue, thickened into an oppressive gold, and the streets of Paris pulsed under the weight of something ancient, something hungry. When the sun swelled beyond reason, the world did not panic—at first. The news called it an anomaly, a cosmic tantrum. But the air thickened, the rivers boiled, and shadows ceased to exist. Then came the moment when the Eiffel Tower, proud and defiant, sagged like wax before a flame. Steel wept in molten streams down the streets, swallowing the screams of those who had not yet accepted their fate. Buildings folded like paper, glass rained from the heavens, and the grand boulevards became rivers of fire. The bells of Notre Dame tolled once, then cracked in their towers, silenced forever. The City of Light flickered, then went dark, consumed by the very star that had once bathed it in warmth. And in the final moments, when all that was Paris had melted into oblivion, the sun loomed closer, as if seeking its next meal.
