Fengmen Street

On December 22, 3022, night fell, and it was exactly eight o'clock in the evening. The hustle and bustle of the city was torn apart by the sudden sound of sirens, the urgent roar of ambulances, and the roar of fire trucks. They intertwined into a discordant symphony that resounded over City A. The bridge along the river, a transportation hub that usually has constant traffic, seems to have been frozen in time at this moment. The vehicles on both sides are lined up in a long queue. The car lights are flashing like stars falling into the world, but they can only feebly illuminate the collapsed bridge deck in the center, which was once a place of hope for countless travelers rushing past. A firefighter, walking in a hurry, passed by a taxi with the door wide open and the driver missing. The radio in the car was still playing the evening news tirelessly: "At 19:12 tonight, a large-scale collapse occurred in the middle section of the city's riverside bridge. Many vehicles were severely damaged. According to the on-site rescue commander, the accident has caused many casualties so far, and no vehicle has fallen into the river."