The voters watching the debate with a hand over their eyes

As the debate unfolded on the screen, the room fell into a hushed silence, broken only by the occasional shuffling of papers or the soft murmur of commentators. The tension was palpable, a thick fog that seemed to envelop the viewers, filling the room with a sense of unease. As the candidates began to speak, the mood grew even more somber. Their words were sharp, cutting through the air like knives, each statement more biting than the last. The viewers watched with bated breath, their eyes glued to the screen, their hands unconsciously inching closer to their faces. As the debate wore on, the attacks became more personal, more vicious. The candidates seemed to forget that they were debating policies and instead focused on tearing each other down, their words dripping with contempt and disdain. The viewers, unable to bear the intensity of the moment, began to shield their eyes, their hands rising instinctively to cover their faces. Some peeked through the gaps between their fingers, unable to tear themselves away from the spectacle unfolding before them. Others closed their eyes entirely, unable to watch any longer. But despite their discomfort, the viewers remained glued to their seats, unable to tear themselves away from the drama unfolding on the screen. They knew that this debate could change everything, that the outcome could shape the future of their country for years to come. And so, they watched, their hands over their eyes, their hearts pounding in their chests, as the candidates continued to spar, each one fighting to make their voice heard above the chaos.