on falling stars

There was then a loud and ear-shattering hum that rendered onlookers mute blind deaf and dumb. Its contrails were many its features were bright it lit up the ink-dark and foreboding night it slashed through the heavens then burrowed below while throwing up mountains of peat-moss and snow. Long after it settled it burbled and hissed; the next day its resembled an onyx schist; when prodded however it made a dull sound right there in its hole in the thick frozen ground. None knew what to make of this fallen body but from all around many came it to see to touch and to feel it to ponder its skin to wonder what might still be hidden within. A wall was built 'round it a roof of wood beams to channel the oncoming pilgrimage streams to preserve the beauty of this fallen rock that once caused such panic and wonder and shock. It is still preserved in the Shrine to the Sky so please come and visit yourself to espy this well-preserved meteor down where it lays since back in those spell-bound and woebegone days.

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