So, I'm walking through a memorial/museum for the nuclear explosion that destroyed the city.

A vine is playing over and over, captured just as the explosion hit. There is no audio, but shows four teenagers lining up for the camera just as the bomb goes off. A bright light flashes behind them, and they turn around to face it. They hold hands as a wave hits, graphically disentigrating their bodies. Video corruption and compression artifacts follow. The video stops, then repeats.

Another video is playing beside it. A professor talks about the likelihood of it being a sophisticated forgery, conveniently capitalizing on the media frenzy and political aftermath. Another man talks about how it is a single, brilliant, shared magical moment at the end of the lives of four strangers.

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4:30am, terrible headache.