“The phoenix is a wonderful creature. This magnificent bird, when old and worn out, perishes from its own flames but is born anew from the ashes.
The human soul has been terribly tortured for centuries by man’s faulty thoughts, desires and ideals. There will come a time when the soul is too worn to endure these fires of sin but like the phoenix it will not completely die.
A new generation will be born from what their predecessors left and they will be humanity’s light back to salvation and purity. There will be hope as long as there is something left…and fire does not consume everything.”
Author’s Note: This is the excerpt I’m planning to insert in the last chapter of my little drama… which is still under construction.
