Nobody told him he was too small. Baby Asteroid crashed into existence with zero chill, one jetpack, and absolutely no bedtime. Born messy. Born loud. Born to moon.

Still figuring out gravity. Keeps floating into things. Called it a strategy. Currently eating stardust for breakfast and asking are we there yet? every 5 seconds.

The whole galaxy said sit down. Baby Asteroid said nuh-uh. Fueled by his community, running on pure chaos, and speeding toward the moon with snacks in his pocket.