The fifth one ended up on France - Lindsey Roivas

         The fifth one ended up in France. It was absolutely astonishing how the sky lit up and parted the constellations. No one could have ever fathomed the intensity of it all. Children playing outside looked up, and their eyes released a pure glow of wonder, more than that of the normal curiosity a little human being possesses. The swings were left rocking back and forth, and the great sea liners going up and down the Mediterranean’s rough waves, gently glided across the vast sea as the people aboard the boats gazed at the even more vast and endless sky that climbed towards the heavens. The Louvre’s divine windows reflected and revealed the object departing from the cosmos and landing miles away in the coastal European land. One would have thought that the decent would have been harsh and would have caused chaos, but all of the extraordinary living beings and objects of Earth focused up off at the atmosphere and an extravagant hush covered the entire planet. The whole Milky Way galaxy was silent. It was impossible, and yet more possible than anything, since the human mind wasn’t creative enough to conquer the obstacles of what was supposedly the perceived reality. Naturally, it should have obliterated our disbelief in beautiful catastrophes and disasters or the inconsistent curiosities that make up our sublunary world. It was finally here. The fifth one had ended up in France.