The hand, hardened by ice and consumed by flame, held a power yearning for release. From its fire, a phoenix was born, soaring in glorious, self-consuming beauty. That...
The hand, hardened by ice and consumed by flame, held a power yearning for release. From its fire, a phoenix was born, soaring in glorious, self-consuming beauty. That...
In the Wild West, even a gunshot can be an act of grace.
Everything around you is merely a backdrop for inner transformation.