Fear has its own scent. A suffocating mix of gunpowder smoke, congealed blood, and the sudden crunch of boots in the dead of night seemed to choke an entire country. Even shadows whispered, afraid to reveal their existence. Mothers sat beside the empty beds of their disappeared loved ones, their tears dried into stone. And from that black hole of despair, a magical moment was suddenly born. A strange white cascade descended from the sky, washing -- if only briefly -- the exhaustion and terror off the streets.