Chapter 12 · 2 min 44 sec
Rise From Ashes
Phoenix knowledge — the body's deep certainty that destruction is not the end, that fire makes room for what comes next.
Lyric Video
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Lyrics· 253 words
And we're silent, screams loud, mothers weep beneath the broken shroud Children's laughter, lost in the air goes a night The world's only part, yet we dream of a lie Oh, the shadows before, but together we rise tall From ashes together, we'll heal all the pain No chains can bind us, we'll dance in the rave The rain of the tyrants, we crumble to dust In the arms of tomorrow's love that we trust Feels on screen, now a canvas of gray Haunted eyes linger on what's gone astray But deep in our hearts, our flames still close A spark of resistance, the hope that we chose The cries of the innocent, we'll herald a new event From ashes together, we'll heal all the pain No chains can bind us, we'll dance in the rave The rain of the tyrants, we crumble to dust In the arms of tomorrow's love that we trust The cries of the innocent, we'll herald a new event From ashes together, we'll heal all the pain No chains can bind us, we'll dance in the rave The rain of the tyrants, we'll crumble to dust In the arms of tomorrow's love that we trust The ashes together, we'll heal all the pain No chains can bind us, we'll dance in the rave The rain of the tyrants, we'll crumble to dust In the arms of tomorrow's love that we trust In the darkest of nights, our spirits will soar Peace will emerge and we'll suffer no more
Short Story
*A story about the body's certainty that destruction isn't the end*
After the fire took the bakery his family had run for three generations, Tomás's father sat in the burned shell of the building for a long time, saying nothing, while Tomás braced for him to finally break down completely.
Instead, his father stood up after a while, brushed the ash from his knees, and said, "We rebuild. Bigger oven this time. I always wanted a bigger oven and never had the excuse to replace the old one."
"How can you think about ovens right now?" Tomás asked, stunned. "We just lost everything."
"We lost a building," his father said, echoing something his own father had once told him, in a different crisis, decades earlier. "We didn't lose the recipes. We didn't lose the customers who'll come find us wherever we set up next. We didn't lose the knowledge in my hands of exactly how long the dough needs to rise. Ash is not the same as ending, Tomás. Ash is just what's left after something burns — and something can always be built again, on top of ash, often stronger than before."
"You really believe that, or are you just trying to seem strong for me?"
His father considered the question honestly. "Both, probably. I believe it because I've seen it happen before, in smaller ways. And I'm also choosing to believe it on purpose, right now, because the alternative — sitting in the ash forever — helps no one, least of all you."
They rebuilt within the year, the new bakery larger and somehow warmer than the old one had been, full of customers who remembered the fire and seemed, if anything, more loyal for having watched the family rise from it.
Tomás never forgot his father's stillness in the ruined shell of the old bakery — not despair, not denial, just the quiet, certain knowledge that something always grows back, eventually, from ash that refuses to be the final word.
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*Ash is not the end of the story — it's simply what's left after something burns, fertile ground for whatever gets built next, often stronger and wiser than what came before.*
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