Light rained down in bits of heavy time and things slowed for once and for all, on the planet Earth. The stock market fell too, slow and low, in harmony with the hallucinatory killer meteor from outer space. Scientests noted it split three ways as it fell, then devolved into smaller and smaller bits, which sunk lovingly into and through the gravity well. Bits and pieces popped as they hit atmosphere, and the other meteors, the largish, still whole ones, began to sing in high harmonics as they imploded every last facet of the protector, the great Iron Dome. And the three remaining fragments, their baby meteorites, and millions of miles of micro/macro meteor dust, descended. The light came then, from all that matter hitting the atmosphere. It had a different kind of aura, thick and strange. We watched the sky fall, like streamers from a child’s hand, and then the light broke us open. Translucent things wept into shallow hands and sung us hollow songs. The falling stars broke the world. There is nothing left of us but ghosts.