The morning comes and many merchants and peasants begin to gather in the streets, to assure themselves a key position, in the center of the activity, so to beat the late arrivals. Some shops, booths and wagons have already opened, where their vendors prepare their goods for display. As the day progresses, more people continue to file out, onto the streets, crowding the remaining available space in the market arena. Public performances, by many great musicians, create a large grouping who dances and sings along to the tunes. Everyone competes to draw the largest crowd yet somehow find a way to blend their distinct sounds to form a collective audio image. Suddenly, an array of iconoclastic bursts fills the sky with blasts of assorted colors. However, there was no fireworks' display scheduled at this time and they go mostly unnoticed. A small child points out to his mother the haunting flashes of minute detonations as they begin to corrupt the horizon over the city. It takes several seconds for her to register the onset of the coming evil as smoke begins to issue from the top of buildings. The ground cringes at the insistent blasts as their howls descend upon the city center ever so quicker. The sound causes more to turn and look but they fail to receive the message as a blast ravages several nearby buildings with a fierce fiery explosion. With this, people panic and run toward the fires for fear of their possessions and the well being of loved ones' left behind or out of curiosity to who may be responsible for the bombardment.