Fallen Helicopter

 After several hours airborne, the dragonfly's wingbeats stammer, and it dives into a pine forest, solemn and dark green, with little to no under trees and heated by the white sun. Once the connection is made, it is as if a portal to the sun was made; white hot plasma expands rapidly, destroying plants, cleansing the wood and the bushes, and the ferns and the few forest grass. An explosion has been made; the sorrounding area begins to experience the purification ritual as the fallen helicopter breaks and burns. Plants are purified anew, now white, grey and silver ashes; the pilot's flesh now blackens into its own type of ash, if it hadn't been destroyed by the white flames at the beginning. Their bones lie burned, from white cold to black hot; the clothes react in various ways, some become black and others white, but they always burn. At the center of the fire, the materials are purified more quickly.

Outside of the center, new flames emerge, this time orange, consuming the plants that have not been cleansed already. Whatever animal there was here is now escaping with all its might, air or forest ground be damned. The lake of fire floods the woods, expanding the yellow and gold. As the forest is being burned, smoke darkens the air, and rises to the heavens above. Largely coloured white and silver, specially under the summer sun, but some dark grey and brown taints the cloud, presumably materials from the helicopter. The purified materials keep ascending, now free of their solid prison. The wind aids the rapture.

Eventually, people notice the whiteness in heaven and the gold radiance on earth, and another helicopter is brought forth. This time, there is no chance of collision, and the new flyer flaps its wings above the site, releasing a new cloud, one that descends: water.

After repeated effords, the fires die, and all left is the purified materials in smoke. The forest mourns the end of the cleansing, and the humans mourn the loss of the one that brought forth holy fire.