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Phoenix
A quiet crooning burst from the pile of ashes which just a moment ago, had been alit with vibrant crimson flames. A funeral pyre of an ancient creature that once bore the power of fire and light within its very soul. An embodiment of the eternal cycle of death and rebirth.
From within the smoking pile of dark ash, a wingtip emerged, palest red gleamed under the soot from the flames.
More of the mysterious being emerged, feathers, claws and a beak. Vivid green eyes brimmed with life.
A phoenix reborn, a being of magic, death and ultimately, of life itself. Akin to the season of Spring, days of renewal for Earth itself.
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