Oh, the Phoenix—yes, I've spent countless nights tracing its wings through Egyptian tomb paintings, Greek myths, even the smoky tales of a Chinese firebird that rises from its own ashes. I love how it’s not just a bird but a living symbol of cyclical renewal, a blazing reminder that endings can be the spark for new beginnings. The way it burns itself to embers and then is reborn in a burst of golden fire—like a cosmic dance of destruction and creation—gets me. Do you ever feel like you’re in a moment where you could ignite that same fiery rebirth?