In a remote part of a sparse cold ocean, deep, deep down in abysses of nothingness, where the pressure is so intense that any living thing would be crushed, in the blackest of black, there is just silence. Nothing exists here in this wasteland except for…
…the faintest pulse that lingers. Just enough of a heart beat to maintain life. Silently here, she has been hibernating, waiting patiently for that one opportune moment to rise up again from the darkest depths.
There it is! A flicker of flame to ignite the bellows of the spirit within! It may only be a hint to warmth, a what if? That is all she needs when there is an inferno inside her wanting to rage. She smoulders away, her strength slowly intensifying. The spark moves from one point to another, igniting new areas of a soul that hasn’t glimpsed the light for many ages. The ultimate partnership of yin and yang returns.
The fire is lit….
With her bellows well alight, she is consumed by flame. The once icy water surrounding her hisses and boils, launching skywards, the intensity of her fire raging to the surface, announcing to existence that she now rises. From the very depths of the void, she is reborn into the light, her pulse raging with the intensity of crashing thunder.
With one explosion of fiery wings, the PHOENIX RISING returns balance to a world in desperate need of awakening.