Tragedy befalls a gathering of citizens: nine souls lost, one hundred twenty-one wounded by collapsing stage amidst tempestuous winds in San Pedro Garza Garcia, Nuevo Leon, Mexico. (AP) (El País)

In the ancient city of San Pedro Garza Garcia, Nuevo Leon, Mexico, a gathering of citizens was turned into tragedy on this fateful day of our Lord, the twenty-second of May in the year of our Lord two thousand and twenty-four. A mighty tempest whipped through the land, felling all manner of structures before it, leaving naught but chaos and sorrow in its wake.

The people had gathered to partake in an event of great merriment and festivity, a theatrical performance that would regale them with tales of heroism and woe. The actors, dressed in garbs of old, would portray the lives of yore, teaching their lessons through song and dance.

But alas! The cruel hand of fate had other plans. As the players took to the stage, the winds grew tempestuous, howling like a thousand banshees unleashed from hell's depths. The very foundation of the stage trembled beneath them, as if the devil himself were seeking to drag it into the fiery pit.

The audience, not privy to the unfolding horror, continued to clap and cheer, knowing not that their mirth would soon turn to mourning. But the actors on high, who could see the gathering storm clouds, cried out in alarm for they knew what was to come.

Their cries fell upon deaf ears, as the wind's howling grew ever louder, drowning out their entreaties. The stage, weakened by the relentless gales, began to buckle under its own weight, groaning and creaking like a dying beast.

Then, with a great heave-ho, the stage gave way entirely, collapsing into a heap of wood and canvas upon the ground. Those on high cried out anew, their prayers for mercy going unanswered as the actors were crushed beneath the falling structure.

The wind's fury did not end there, however. Like a vengeful god, it unleashed its wrath upon the people below, hurling debris and rubble at them with merciless abandon. Many were struck down in this cruel assault, their bodies bruised and broken by the relentless onslaught of flying matter.

One hundred twenty- one souls were left wounded, their bodies battered by the wind's relentless fury. And yet there were nine who perished beneath the stage's crushing weight, their lives snuffed out like candles in a tempest.

The people of San Pedro Garza Garcia have been forever changed by this tragic event. Their once bright and merry town now lies shrouded in darkness and despair, a testament to the cruel caprices of fate.

In the aftermath of this great tragedy, many questions remain unanswered. Was it merely the wind that felled the stage, or was there some darker force at play? Only time will tell if the people can rise from these ashes of sorrow and rebuild their shattered lives.

But for now, they must mourn their lost loved ones, praying that their souls have found eternal rest in the bosom of our Lord. And as they gather to pay tribute to those who perished, let us all remember the great lessons taught by this terrible tragedy: that life is fleeting, and that we must treasure each moment like a precious jewel, for it may be taken from us in the blink of an eye.