The closer Hinata gets, the more the sounds of the museum fade away...
Only to be replaced with the roar of a tornado.
The picture is moving, now, the tornado swirling as it moves towards the town. Rain pelts down against the scenery, the downpour adding to the sounds of the deadly storm.
There's a loud crash as the tornado launches a boat through the air, smashing it against the lighthouse in the foreground. A girl, soaked to the bone, makes her way past just as the top of the lighthouse crashes down behind her.
She snatches something up - paper? A newspaper, maybe? It's difficult to make out. Her voice can barely be heard over the tornado in the distance. "October eleventh? Is this... Friday?" Although hard to hear, it's one of the girls Hinata heard speaking about the snow. "That's only..." Her voice is muffled by the sounds of the storm.
She can only watch in horror as the tornado continues approaching the town. The tornado is huge - it is literally just as wide as the town itself. Soon, buildings are being ripped from the ground. "Oh no...!"
Another girl, dressed in black, approaches the first, putting a hand on her shoulder. And the picture stills, back to a shot of the tornado.
The sounds of the museum come rushing back. This is obviously no ordinary photo gallery - and the town doesn't look like it could have survived that storm, either.
And outside, the snow seems to have been replaced with an incoming storm.
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Only to be replaced with the roar of a tornado.
The picture is moving, now, the tornado swirling as it moves towards the town. Rain pelts down against the scenery, the downpour adding to the sounds of the deadly storm.
There's a loud crash as the tornado launches a boat through the air, smashing it against the lighthouse in the foreground. A girl, soaked to the bone, makes her way past just as the top of the lighthouse crashes down behind her.
She snatches something up - paper? A newspaper, maybe? It's difficult to make out. Her voice can barely be heard over the tornado in the distance. "October eleventh? Is this... Friday?" Although hard to hear, it's one of the girls Hinata heard speaking about the snow. "That's only..." Her voice is muffled by the sounds of the storm.
She can only watch in horror as the tornado continues approaching the town. The tornado is huge - it is literally just as wide as the town itself. Soon, buildings are being ripped from the ground. "Oh no...!"
Another girl, dressed in black, approaches the first, putting a hand on her shoulder. And the picture stills, back to a shot of the tornado.
The sounds of the museum come rushing back. This is obviously no ordinary photo gallery - and the town doesn't look like it could have survived that storm, either.
And outside, the snow seems to have been replaced with an incoming storm.