The planet was content. She had three moons. Three stable, predictable moons. The planet liked predictability. She liked the way everything was stable. The sun was predictable. The moons were always there, always revolving. The planet wasn’t alone.
Life was good.
Then, something appeared.
At first, it was just a small dot in the distance. The planet felt it. The object was coming closer. Her gravity pulled it. The planet’s pull was strong. She liked this feeling. It meant she mattered. It meant something was drawn to her.
But as the object drew closer, something shifted.
The planet felt uneasy. Was this object bigger than expected? Was it too big? What if it was a threat? What if it destroyed everything?
The moons felt it, too. At first, they were calm. They thought, “It’s just a comet. Nothing serious.” But the force, the pull, the tension—it grew stronger. They could feel the vibrations. Something was wrong. Everything was shaking.
The planet wasn’t so sure anymore. Her stability was slipping.
She had felt this before—long ago when she was young. Before the moons arrived, before stability. Back then, the universe was wild. Objects came and went, crashing, colliding, shaping her. She had almost forgotten. The chaos, the unpredictability. She had thought that time was over. But now, something was stirring that memory again.
Was this the end? Would the object crash into her? Would it change everything?
Or could it be something else? Could it become a new moon? Could this object settle into orbit, and be another constant presence, like the others?
What if it was the biggest moon yet? What if it fits perfectly into the system?
But, maybe not. Maybe it would pass by. Maybe it was a comet, just a wanderer, coming too close and then leaving.
The uncertainty was overwhelming.
Would they survive? Would they all be destroyed? Or would they adapt to something new?
The planet didn’t know. The moons didn’t know. No one knew.
But the planet had seen change before. She had been reshaped, broken, and made whole again. Stability had come, and maybe it would go. Maybe it would return in a different form.
She wasn’t afraid. Not anymore.
Whatever came next, she would face it.