The plaque reads, "Oct. 31, 2022," and coordinates.
People thought the date was wrong for years until mechanics adjusted the telescope's trajectory last week. Through the lens, I spotted a rouge planet on a collision path with Earth.
Burdened with knowledge of inevitable destruction, all I can do is wait.
At night, I dream of death in the form of a massive black planet, cracked and covered in veins of red-hot lava, hurtling its way through space.