Skipp was chilling by himself in a field, skipping around, enjoying himself and admiring the night sky. He finds a spot under a tree to sit and play his mandolin.

All of a sudden, the ground begins shaking. Something bright was falling from the sky. Was it.. maggot? No, that cant be. It falls in the field, leaving a crater. He walks over to it, curious.

He holds up his mandolin in defense, cautious of what it might be.

You were surrounded in light, the light slowly growing faint.