Toy trains navigate barren fields of snow while meteors cross unseen overhead

At the library, I saw a toy train running around a field of white. I thought it was a winter scene, all the buildings and trees covered in snow. How zen. I paused and reflected on the delicate little scene and then realized that, in fact, it was in the process of being dismantled. Take this as a lesson.

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They tumbled through morning, two burning meteors, primordial ash and stone alight in the cosmos.
Lit by eternal fire, tossed from the hand of Zeus high atop Olympus, weaving threads of light through that great black fabric.
In eternal descent, which is neither descent nor ascent, they.
From the ground, seemed to glow as one.