“There was a rebellious bird they called the phoenix, long before our time.
Every few centuries, it gathered kindling, set its world alight, before rising from the ashes. We are its kin — the same fire runs in our veins. We build, we burn, we rise again. But unlike the phoenix, we remember the flames. We remember the ash beneath our feet, and maybe, one day, that memory will teach us to stop striking the match. The Black Rebel has risen and we have a story to tell.”