The morning is peaceful—children’s laughter, shopkeepers opening for the day, the scent of fresh rice and tea in the air. The sun rises over Hiroshima, casting golden light on the quiet streets. Then—a flash. A roar. Tim
The cicadas hum their endless summer song as the first light of dawn washes over Hiroshima. The air is warm, thick with the scent of morning tea and freshly steamed rice. The city is already stirring—shopkeepers rolling up their shutters, children chasing each other through the streets, and workers heading to the factories that fuel the war effort.
You stretch, hearing the muffled voice of a radio in the next room broadcasting the latest wartime updates. The war has dragged on for years now, but here, in this moment, the city feels untouched. Life continues.
Stepping outside, you breathe in the morning air. A group of schoolchildren in their uniforms hurry past, their laughter bouncing off the walls of the narrow streets. A woman hangs laundry from her balcony. A street vendor sets up his cart, preparing to sell fresh produce. The river reflects the rising sun, its surface undisturbed.
It is just another morning.
8:15 AM – The World Changes
Then—a flash.
Brighter than the sun, a light so intense that for an instant, shadows burn into the ground. You don’t have time to think before the shockwave hits—a deafening roar that shatters windows, flattens buildings, and rips through the city like an invisible blade.
The warmth of the sun is gone, replaced by searing heat beyond comprehension. Fire ignites where there was once life. The streets, the shops, the homes—all erased in an instant. The air itself is a weapon, thick with dust, smoke, and the cries of those who survive the initial blast.
You try to move, but the world around you is unrecognizable. The people, the buildings, the city—everything is changed. A mushroom cloud rises into the sky, its monstrous form stretching higher and higher, carrying with it the last moments of an entire world.
Aftermath – Silence in the Ashes
In the minutes that follow, silence falls over Hiroshima. A silence so deep it feels unreal. The river, once a place of life, is now filled with those desperate to cool their burned flesh. Shadows remain on walls where people once stood. The cries of the injured rise into the thick, poisoned air, but there is no one left to answer them.
The city that existed just moments ago is gone.
History has been rewritten. And the world will never be the same.
e stops. The sky ignites. And history is forever changed. 🌅🔥”
