The rain fell in sheets, each droplet carrying with it a strange, rustling sound, almost like whispers as the papers fluttered to the ground.The rain continued to fall around us, but it was no ordinary rain ast when they hit the ground, they didn't melt away like water. It wasn't water.
We were too stunned at first to make sense of it—until Hana's voice cut through the confusion.
The droplets falling from the darkened sky weren't water at all. It was paper. It wasn't just falling like paper—it was almost hovering, a delicate dance of writing floating around us.
"It's not rain," she said, his tone strange, almost detached.
She was staring at the falling droplets, hers sharp gaze narrowing as she crouched down to pick up one of the pieces that landed at her feet.
"It's paper."
