Both day and night are cast in lurid orange by the light of the molten moon. A cloud of glowing debris and heated gasses bloats the sky. The impact was the most tremendous celestial event of the era, and its aftermath absolutely cannot be missed - so why is nobody talking about it anymore?
Alek, a semi-delusional loner, struggles to understand the sudden censure of all media relating to the event. He's never been good at discerning reality from dreams, but this feels like the worst he's ever had it. He avoids looking at the burning moon out of fear while those around him begin acting oddly. Family members tell him that nothing's wrong. Neighbors subtly probe his allegiances. Acquaintances insist that the Moon is not on fire, and won't you just look at it? Look how beautiful it is tonight. LOOK.
Poor Alek is a fool that refuses to gaze up at His glory and accept the Change. Word of the coming miracle must be spread. Alek and the Free heretics must be rooted out and obliterated. Above all, the way must be paved for the coming of the Dreamer On High - humanity will dance under the Moon aflame as salvation descends from the sky.
