Just tracked a tiny comet no one’s named yet

It was barely a flicker in the dark, a smudge of dust and ice moving against the stars like it didn’t know it was supposed to be invisible. I’d been staring at that patch of sky for three nights straight—just me, my old mount, and the silence between breaths. When it finally showed up, clear as a thought, I swear I held my breath so hard my ribs ached. Not because it was beautiful (though it was), but because it felt like being seen by something ancient and indifferent. I’ve got the coordinates logged, the image stacked, the data saved. But I can’t help wondering: what if it’s the last thing w