Surrounded by the wings of a giant firebird.
Wrapped around me, soft and gentle.
Warm light and quiet.
Outside the fire burns.
The bird of light and fire removes the darkness.
All things that aren't meant to get in, burn into ash.
Purification, the Pheonix protects.
Light moving into my heart, strengthening.
If you see me close my eyes, and you can see light underneath the lids.
She's here. Fire will begin and that darkness will be gone when I return.
My methods are mine. Yes, a firebird.
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