The moon had always been there for as long as humanity could remember, ever since we crawled out on our first steps onto dry land, gazing up into its light. It gave us comfort knowing something so close existed above us—that if anything were wrong here below, someone would hear us scream. But now that same moon has fallen upon humankind's head like a curse cast down from heaven itself. The night sky blazes bright red with fire. Its surface is covered in black smoke, rising high into the air. In some places, it looks like snow is covering everything beneath. At other times, you can see only molten rock burning fiercely across every inch of its face. No matter your vantage point, though, one thing remains clear: the moon has shattered.