They came from far away.
Rocky asteroids that bombarded me. I watched them coming from across the galaxy. I charted their paths. They crashed into my moon, cratering it. Their fires melted my crust, again and again. They brought gifts: the same gift each time. Water did not bubble from my depths; it came from space. It took a long time. Flaming rocks pounded me for 300 million years. A rain of metal, a rain of fire — from which came blue water. The rain slowed and ended. I held my breath and by the time I let it out there was life on my body.