Unbetitelt

[watchingmanga]

As the pheonix turns to ashes, it nurishes this seed covered in dirt, staying part of it, beyond its rising. It starts to shine in a deep dark green, as this little sappling is engulfed in flames. The wings warmth is uncomfortably comfortable and the bright feathers declare day and night, until a new source of light illuminates the sky. Stars dazzle on its blossom and by the time of a new rising, the flower has vanished. Ripped out of the ground. Roots still visible.