The sky didn't fall all at once; it came in pieces of burning gold.
When the asteroid struck the far side of the moon, the world didn't end with a bang, but with a rain of . Scientists called it "impact debris," but to Elara, standing on her porch in the cooling dusk, it looked like the stars were finally coming home to roost. Ejecta
"Most of it will burn up in the atmosphere," Elara lied gently. She knew that the lunar ejecta —silicate particles as sharp as glass—was already beginning to clog the upper atmosphere, turning the sunset a bruised, sickly violet. The sky didn't fall all at once; it
"Is it going to hit us?" her son, Leo, asked, his small hand gripping hers. " but to Elara