Spirit of far away

 The earth was not barren, the void had been baren, baren for light years. A vast landscape of light and darkness, beautiful, but monotonous, and once one began tiring of its major features, it became terribly boring. One knows something once it has undergone an Armageddon, the final conclusion of a planets cycle. 

This is what happened next. The great mouth of the earth's atmosphere swallowed the tiny vessel, really just a chip of a small fragment of the destroyed and distant world. It looked almost a tiny, dark grey moon, with bubble crevices and shaped like the man on the moon, a face seen on a night when you don't know what to call it, waxing or waning, or are really to tell its shape. A bulbous, not quite round mass, no bigger than a small vehicle, containing spirit life, a drifter. In the world it found itself, among beings that it recognized as its own sort. Astonished, though the earth dwelling spirits were, knowing not only the essence of themselves here before them but only their world, all in awe of this specter. 

Each had a story to tell, oh and that is all they did! but none knew what to make of this victor from afar. The survivor let fear into a safe place, the place between time and forever. 

Once light years away, once a drifter among stars, clinging to the life raft of galaxy rubble, hoping that it was not alone in outer space, the drifter stayed for what seemed an eternity, passing through an almost impossible maze of complex, fearful pageantry, lifeless but beautiful, decimating, destroying and creating, but terrible. The very journey it made had almost utterly destroyed its being. A spirit, you know, is so much like the animal. It has a past. And after such a long journey, gathering that what it had known once among the living was only a speck among the giants of space, the terrified thing had almost wasted away as if starving. The small frail spirit found itself among the fat spirits that dwelled living now. None so naive that it did not see the danger or feel the heat that had clung to this member of their race during its long, harrowing journey.