Chaos triggers creation: the seed cracks, releases; from ash, green shoots rise to fuel future fires. The heart knows this truth. No firebird is reborn, only the green transforms from flame-kissed rupture to forest floor. The trees know not of consolation while branches crack & blacken yet this is nature's way of settling the score. inspired by tala's post "a sea of fire / a field of flowers (serotiny)"
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