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February 21, 2025
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It would start as a streak in the sky—bright, burning, impossibly fast. For a brief moment, it might even be beautiful. But beauty never lasts, and neither does time when the end is measured in seconds. An asteroid the size of the Statue of Liberty wouldn’t just strike New York City; it would consume it. The air would ignite first. As the rock hurtled downward, the atmosphere would compress before it, heating it into a fireball of apocalyptic proportions. Glass would shatter across the skyline before impact, windows blown inward as a wall of superheated wind roared ahead of its arrival. Then—silence. For an instant, everything would hold still. And then, impact. A wave of fire and force would radiate outward, leveling buildings, twisting steel, and turning concrete to dust. The streets of Manhattan would be erased in an instant, the boroughs following soon after as the shockwave spread like a living thing, devouring everything in its path. For those miles away, survival would be fleeting. The sky would darken as debris choked out the sun, the air thick with the taste of ash and burning steel. The city that never sleeps would finally rest—under a tomb of fire and stone. In 2032 we might just find out.
