On the fated day that the meteor was set to strike, Mia stood atop a hill, taking a final look at the sky. Around her, the members of her group gasped in astonishment at the sight above. The massive celestial body hurtling towards the earth was a harbinger of both doom and hope. Mia's eyes were cold, her expression set with determination.
"The time has come to make things right," Mia declared, her voice steady as she turned to the commander at her side. "Get ready to leave this land and return to the safety of our motherland."
Oswald, the commander, a stoic man with a sharp gaze, looked at her with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "Will we be able to return to this exact moment? Is it even possible to do that? I hope things won't get complicated."