“One must wait till it comes.”
It’s only a tiny comet.
It’s called P/2018-YG874, designate name: Primordia, and probably came out of the Oort cloud a hundred million years ago, give or take a few million.
Since then, this astral speck of mostly iron had been traveling in an elliptical orbit around our solar system. It would approach our Earth, pass by it, and then head back to the inner star where it was grabbed again and then flung outward for yet another cycle around us. It was a decade-long yo-yo game that has been going on for millions of years and would go on for millions more.
The Primordia apparition, meaning when it was visible to the naked eye, was unremarkable, except for one thing — scientists say the comet’s nuclei has a significant concentration of iron and other rare minerals. But what they don’t know is that this composition creates a unique magnetic distortion on the surrounding solar geography.
In its slow pass by Earth, the comet came closest to South America, directly over a vast tabletop mountain in Venezuela. It was only observable for a few days, but in that time, strange distortions occurred on the mountaintop — things became rearranged, reordered; pathways were created and doorways opened.
It also caused localized monsoonal weather patterns that had been known by the indigenous tribes for millennia as the wettest season. It was also known that for this brief period, the area became home to gods and monsters, and should be avoided. Those who ventured there never came back.
I know this to be true. Except for one thing: sometimes people can come back.