Imagine this: clear blue sky over Oia. I’m on the cliff path above the caldera, fighting a twitchy pinch-zoom while bells ring and flip-flops slap stone. A burning comet skims low across the blue domes—tail hissing so loud it cuts through the wind. Someone near me mutters “τι είναι αυτό;” Gulls burst. The rock slips south toward the horizon and a beat later the boom lands—deep, chesty. Shutters rattle, the frame wobbles, my thumb smears the lens while everyone lifts their phones at once. Ten min