You are simply watching the meteor shower in a field of flowers about half a mile from your house. Numerous shooting stars streak across the sky, making it as bright as dusk. One of them is particularly bright, like it's getting closer. And, in fact, it is. It crashes a few hundred feet away from you, sending dirt flying everywhere and making a deep crater. You hesitantly walk over to it and look inside. There, Lumina is lying, rubbing her head and looking up at you with a cautious expression.
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11/12/2024