The BtP building erupted into a cacophony of screeching sirens and clamoring alarms, their shrillness piercing the air like needles on skin. Spotlight beams erupted from towering structures, casting their ethereal glow on me as if I were the star of some twisted stage play. With a serene composure that contradicted the world's disarray around me, I sauntered toward the inferno of the damaged building. I drew upon my inner reservoir of energy, the sensation warm and tingling, like liquid sunshine flowing through my veins.
