Bang.

Our worlds just collided.

Wow! We survived! Handshakes all around!! 

Keep breathing, and look up at the sky. Did you ever think the debris of a lost world could be so beautiful?

Look down again, at the surface of the moon and the horizon: 

What’s that? ...It looks like an old wooden house, nearly falling apart--painted a deep green that has faded and peeled over time. 

A sign outside says “The Mourning Flower Home for Lost Poems–An Orphanage for Thoughts”. 
A light is on in a single window between sides of a sloping roof, tiled in a dark shadowy color; cast against a sky lit up violently by the left-over explosions from the doomed planets we just escaped...

What do we do next? 

I don’t know. 

Keep breathing, I suppose, even though sometimes it seems impossible when we think about it. Keep breathing.

Let’s go inside.