by Martin Sercombe
The city of Toledo was made entirely of delicate glass. Everyday life was a dance of precision and care. The streets were paved with glass, and the buildings soared high into the sky, gleaming in the morning sunlight. Even the people were made of a glass-like material, rendering them translucent and fragile.
The inhabitants of the city went about their daily routines with practiced ease, stepping delicately and handling objects with care. They marveled at the intricate patterns of light that danced through the glass structures, casting shimmering rainbows across their world.
One day, a visiting opera singer arrived in the city. The diva, renowned for her powerful voice, stepped onto the stage and began to perform an aria.
As she sang, the glass people and buildings around her began to shatter into a million glittering fragments. The sound waves from her voice were too much for the delicate glass structures to bear.
The singer, oblivious to the destruction she had wrought, continued to perform, her voice rising in power and volume. Piles of colored glass fragments lay all around her, a stark testament to the devastation of her performance.
The people of the city were stunned, and many perished in the wake of the singer's powerful voice. The city that had once been a marvel of glass and light was reduced to a pile of broken fragments.
But still, the singer continued to sing, her voice ringing out across the shattered city. In the end, she was the only one left, standing in the midst of the ruin, singing out into the empty sky.
And the city of glass was no more, reduced to a memory of fragility and beauty, shattered by the power of a single voice.
WOW!
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