Meteor 1.19.2 Here

By dawn, half the town had gathered at the edge of the impact crater. The meteor was not a rock. It was a sphere, perfectly smooth, about the size of a hay bale, embedded in a smoking bowl of black glass. No heat radiated from it. Instead, a gentle cold emanated outward, frosting the reeds and turning the marsh’s shallow water into brittle lace.

Over the next three days, the sphere began to work. meteor 1.19.2

He placed his palm on the sphere.