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The asteroid entered like bad news in formalwear, all cracked granite and golden veins, a fist of heaven with its knuckles split open, bleeding light through the dark. It had crossed whatever courts judge the dead planets, carrying no apology, no return address, only heat, only the old vulgar sermon of matter: everything touches everything eventually, even if it has to burn to do it. Below, a man in a baseball jersey lifted his glove as if the sky had finally thrown him something honest. The crowd had gone silent, which is to say they were praying without wanting to look stupid. The meteor came down flaming, indecent, beautiful— the universe’s bright ass hanging out of its robe— and he reached anyway, poor brave bastard, because fate loves a clean arc, and wonder loves a hand that doesn’t know when to close. At twilight, another comet crossed the blue, soft as a match dragged over silk, and the clouds blushed peach and gold like they’d remembered their first