One Tuesday—if time existed in the void—a ripple moved through the ether. A rogue comet, designated C/2026-X , was burning too bright. It was "weeping"—shedding miles of brilliant gas and jagged ice as it sped toward a cluster of inhabited moons.
Elias stepped into the vacuum, his boots finding purchase on the invisible ley lines of gravity. He reached the comet in a heartbeat. It was a jagged mountain of cobalt ice, screaming in a frequency only he could hear. ExГ©cuteur de comГЁte
Elias closed his lantern. The sky was a little darker, but the stars were safe. He turned back toward the frozen belt, waiting for the next spark to grow too bright. One Tuesday—if time existed in the void—a ripple