You are flying.
You don't know the details, of course. You don't know that it should be impossible for a human to be in your situation right now. You don't know that you're on a meteor. You don't even know that this is unusual.
One thing you do know is that you are moving very, very fast. The meteor's surface rattles and shakes, causing your vision to blur slightly. Your hair, short and spiked as it is, sticks straight out behind you. The puppet's arms are waving frantically, fluttering in the wind like... like... something. You find it very frustrating that you can't compare him to anything. You are a baby, after all, and you are still slightly annoyed by this.
But hey, the puppet is still giving you that goofy grin. It's even stranger with the blistering wind whipping his head around. You laugh for the first time.
Looking up, you see lights. Hundreds of them. They're small, but shiny- it's weird that they aren't flying past, but maybe they're too far away.
Another thing you notice is the heat. Everything is warm. Scorching, really. This may have something to do with the fact that the meteor appears to be on fire. Again, being a baby, you don't really mind; the fire isn't hurting, so you decide to roll with it.
You can't hear anything over the howling gale, but movement catches your eye. You glance to the right, and just for a second, you see... is that another meteor? You think it is. It's too far to know for sure, but it looks like there's a little girl, calmly looking back at you, beside a tiny black kitten.
You hold up a clenched fist. She does the same.
A bit flustered, you move your hand forward, as if to hit something. She copies you again, smiling slightly.
Cool.
She's gone in a flash, her meteor changing course in an instant and soaring away. Just before impact, you wonder if you'll see her again.
Wait, impact?
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Loud.
Fast.
Sudden.
Stop.
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You are sitting in a crater.
You look at the puppet, but he seems just as confused as you are.
You hear a bark.