The missile's ceramic shield spits fire across the Martian dawn as the craft plummets toward us and suddenly fragments. A swarm of nuclear bees emerge taking flight gracefully upon metallic wings spreading across the sky like Spring raindrops. They streak downward with mutual repulsion spreading to outline petals of some immense flower frictionally hot and aglow in sunlight, all at once. The jeweled blossom opens to release its spray of pollen as I close my eyes and receive Earth's forgiveness. In the blink of an eye, a hundred suns fall upon us.
Radiant energy scours the landscape portends the descending shockwave with blinding brilliance.
For a moment I feel warmth, then wind, then ice fire, then nothing. Beyond these flickers of Earth's freedom fire across an immense gulf of airless silence the blue-green World smiles, receives a kiss of Solace for Her Errant Child's passing. The natural order returns.