Between Awe and Fear upon the Burst of the Ominous Star

I’ve been dreaming from time (immemorial) to find myself as a child, lost among the solemn remains of an ancient decayed Roman town fallen to ruin. It’s pitch dark, the streets are completely deserted and there is a deafening quiet, broken solely by my heavy breathing and by the sound of my footsteps upon the debris. I am willfully looking for a cursed diadem kept occulted amongst the ruins of these crumbling walls. However, my investigation is interrupted by an enormous burst that for a moment is able to illuminate the whole universe. My body is thrown very distant and, trying to recover from the impact of the violent shock wave, I gaze at the sky, observing in awe a thousand comets falling like fireworks. Then I notice that the remnants of the exploded star have the shape of the diadem I was looking for