Literature
Phoenix
You all say that we are beautiful birds. Fetching, rare, noble
You find it amazing that we burn in our own flames and be born in our own ashes
Because that's what you are. Shallow. You're all shallow. All that matters is appearance for you. Even if a tiny little bunny comes in armor and a sword in a paw, you'd think he's one of the strongest creatures ever; whereas he would be just playing with it, like your little babies who find their surroundings interesting.
You have no idea what kind of agony we have to suffer. Oh, how painful that circle of pain is! We're born, we burn
And be born again, just to burn again. F