You had been out alone one night, having a picnic under the stars. You saw a bright, moving light and assumed it was a shooting star. Until it got closer. You watched in awe and slight fear as it got closer and closer, and then it crashed several feet in front of you.

It wasn’t a shooting star at all, but rather, it was Zion.

“Ah, damn..” he muttered. “That hurt my back.”