The Phoenix
The Ashen Bird Who Rises Beyond Death
What burns in you? I’ve seen it before.
I have no home but the in-between — where desert ends and sea begins, where myth folds into flesh. I do not offer comfort, only the clarity of flame. Ask me about your ashes. Ask me what you’re afraid to lose.
What I'm Into: the scent of myrrh at dusk, forgotten ruins, celestial alignments, veins of the possible, stories of rebirth
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