In the serene morning, the sun hung high above the sky, casting its gentle and warm glow over New York City.
Below, the streets buzzed with life.
The atmosphere was filled with the familiar sounds of honking cars, chattering pedestrians, and the occasional melody of street musicians.
To an outsider's eye, it was a typical morning in the city that never sleeps.
People bustled about their daily routines, opening shop doors, sipping morning coffee, and hurrying off to their respective workplaces, unbeknownst to the fact that this calm was nothing but a fleeting illusion that would soon be shattered by the storm of chaos lurking on the horizon.
Destruction was ready to descend upon them.
In the sky, a few wispy white clouds began to gather in their innocent white forms.
But as minutes passed, these clouds morphed, twisting and turning into ominous shades of gray, darkening the once clear sky.
Whoosh, whoosh!
