First Flight

The Legend of the Phoenix is that of a gallant bird, soaring in the night sky or the morning winds. Fierce, humble, steadfast. The Phoenix glides through the domain aloft the earth, flying free until she reaches her inevitable demise.

Shot down, falling, crashing, burning.

The Phoenix never was one until it fell; the fall story makes a Phoenix. Lying in the pile of its incinerated bones and ashes, ’tis nothing but a pile of death. Only until finding the healing force that gets it through, the white light within, can the story truly begin.

A spark, an ember, a stirring and a churning.

In the most pivotal moment of the Phoenix’s existence, hosts the transition from ground to air, death to life. Rising from the ashes. Soaring higher, accruing great velocity, the Phoenix sails into the horizons of the heavenly planes.