As the non-ordinary weekday morning dissolved into lunchtime, the cleanup began and the strangeness persisted. This singular catastrophe birthed an uneasy vibe that lingered over the area.

At lunch in a neighborhood cafe, with friends sharing reactions to the event, an artist began hearing the thoughts of the dusty people walking home up the avenue; hundreds of individual thoughts aggregating into a morose zeitgeist, impressing upon the artist the gravity of the event. Exacerbated by frayed nerves, the mental cacophony coalesced into a singular auditory transmission, heard only by the artist, a whispering voice filled with insights.

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