Meltdown. We are golden.

One day, a few years ago, people began to melt in a town in North America. It didn't happen to everyone at once, but individually, in sudden episodes. They didn't die or disappear, nor did they feel any pain: they simply melted, partially or completely, for hours or days. After that, their bodies looked normal again, entirely recovered. Most experienced the melting more than once. Some saw this as a sign from God: a sin, or a blessing. Others suspected it was an uncanny result of climate change. A few were certain that aliens were testing the limits of the human race. Among those who experienced the melting, many were frightened. They asked, "Why me?" and completely changed their lives. A few feared the melting would eventually take their lives. Others laughed and continued to live as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened to them. Among those untouched by the melting, many fled from the town, trying to escape the unseen force. Others saw an opportunity in the inexplicable, promoting the city as a grand amusement park and selling tickets to attract tourists. Some, concerned whether the melting was contagious, desperately searched for a cure. Others didn't care at all. The true cause, anyway, eluded everyone. Gradually, the initial chaos was replaced by newfound acceptance. The melting ceased to be an anomaly; it had quietly become a fact of life. Today, the town continues its unique spectacle, with its people forever caught between the realms of reality and the unexplained. The mystery lingers in the air, serving as a silent reminder of the town's enigmatic past and an uncertain future.