And so, at seven that morning, almost every household and every person received a live news broadcast:
"Good morning, viewers! Welcome to today's news, right on schedule. I'm your field reporter..."
"We interrupt our regular coverage with breaking news-"
"As you can see, a major fire has broken out at the Scientific Research Institute behind me."
"Although rescue crews rushed to the scene as soon as they received the emergency call, the entire Scientific Research Institute building remains engulfed in flames."
"According to preliminary investigations, the cause of the fire is still unknown-"
The reporter was still conscientiously delivering the news to the live camera when a startled cry suddenly rose from the crowd of residents gathered nearby. "What's that?!"
The words on the reporter's lips faltered, and he instinctively looked over. All the residents had suddenly raised their heads in unison, wearing identical expressions: wide eyes and slightly open mouths, as though they had seen something unbelievable.
The reporter couldn't help following their gazes.
"What's that?!" His eyes widened.
The once peaceful blue sky had somehow become filled with sheets of white paper. Bathed in the golden morning sunlight, they fluttered freely through the air, as light as feathers drifting without restraint; sunlight filtered through the dancing sheets, casting shifting patches of light and shadow.
"There... seems to be writing on them!" One sharp-eyed onlooker spotted the black "patterns" on the other side and immediately shouted.
"What does it say? What does it say?" Others around him immediately asked.
"How am I supposed to see that?! It's not like I can see for miles!" The sharp-eyed onlooker rolled his eyes. "We'll find out once the papers float down, won't we?"
There wasn't any wind today anyway, so they didn't have to worry about the papers blowing somewhere else-*Huh? In