There was a beautiful blue sky.
"What is that?" said the first child.
"What is what?" asked the second child.
"That thing hurtling down through the beautiful blue sky."
A gentle breeze ruffled the first boy's sun-warmed brown hair. It was a Sunday.
"I don't know." he answered. "But it's almost gone now."
"Over the horizon." agreed the second boy.
The fields were empty and green. Short sprouts rose just above the boys' faces if they laid themselves horizontally. An insect buzzed faintly, somewhere.
The impact was a composition of tiny kinetic incidents over a mile-long streak of rainforest, terminating in one final collision with the earth itself. In the resulting crater was a man, covered with soot. He was wearing a suit, skin tight and black, even under the soot. Around his major articulation points there were round crimson bands that glowed faintly, like dim neon. His physique was nearly perfect.
Still further away, a spaceship orbited, either at hundreds of miles per hour or none at all, depending on who you asked and where they were standing. It was made of a perfectly clear material that caused it to blend almost seamlessly with the depths of space behind it and was only really visible when you looked closely enough to see the small, pale bodies scrabbling around through unseen corridors and passageways. Said bodies were very disturbed at the moment as they had, purely accidentally, arrived at the wrong place in time. They were working to fix something very rapidly.
A few moments later, they disappeared entirely.
Just for a moment, this is a real live book. It has a hardcover with no dust jacket and it feels like one of those sort of mesh covers, you know? The corners are slightly worn but the pages are pristine and have gilded edges that you personally find tacky. The publisher's monogram is a church spire.