Ejecta -

"Is it going to hit us?" her son, Leo, asked, his small hand gripping hers.

She realized then that the asteroid hadn't just hit a moon; it had hit a tomb. Or perhaps a beacon. The wasn't just debris—it was a message, scattered across the planet for anyone who knew how to look at the stones. Ejecta

Elara was a geologist, someone who spent her life studying the history of the earth through the scars it carried. Now, she was watching history being made in real-time—and it was terrifyingly beautiful. The moon, once a pristine pearl, now wore a jagged crown of dust and rock that was slowly drifting into Earth's orbit. "Is it going to hit us

"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 wasn't just debris—it was a message, scattered