Flashing through the sky and on approach to land as it is burning out, turning to ash, but very slowly as for some inexplicable reason, despite being on fire as it is passing through the atmosphere, it seems to be very resistant to the heat and the fire.
However, there is no hope as it falls at an incredible speed, but not directly down.
the final thoughts of its life are passing through its mind. Spoon it will be nothing. Thankfully it will be before it hits the ground, but still, it is a tragic event.
There was no coming back alive from what it had to do, but do what it had to do was done and at least it could be at peace now.
the world from above was very beautiful and awe-inspiring.
even though there were many who would not know what it had achieved, at least it would cause a streak in the sky, bringing people some sort of joy and relief one last time before it was removed from life.
Despite being removed from life, it would live on in legacy and legend, remembered for many a year to come, for those who manage to achieve great things do not die when they die.
Well, not always.
The flames wrapped around its body, flickering and licking at the skin and the suit, slowly charring and burning everything, turning it into something that it was not to be had this never happened.
It fell faster and faster at an angle. Never directly down, cutting through the sky and providing illumination in an already bright early morning.
Over cities,m over towns and over forests. Over the ocean and toward another continent, seeing the world from a different angle and marveling at how large the world was compared to itself.
Despite the pain of the gradual burning, this was a most beautiful and rewarding view. The pain did not matter, for the best seat in the house was reserved entirely for this one being rocketing down toward the earth, seeing the changes in landscape, colour and texture.
It had been a good life and it had been fruitful. There had been rewards far greater than material objects and even the conclusion was its own reward, despite the saddening finality of it all.
Had there been things left behind? Perhaps.
That no longer mattered, for the flames were doing what they needed to do and the air cut away at the body.
The earth drew closer with each passing moment and the being reflected on their life up until that moment.
They were glad that they were able to better the world, even if only slightly. It had been worth the journey. It had been worth the trouble.
Soon they would hit something, and so they closed their eyes and tried to find a way to dream.
It was a calm moment for them, for they knew that they could at least pass in peace.
The world was beautiful.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:17:18
Vague, yet interesting.
Written at UNSW.