You haven't lost your spark-it's waiting to be remembered. What part of you is ready to rise again?

Share your story gently. Share your story with hope. You may be surprised to see who needs it.

What if your past wasn't a ruin, but a blueprint? The Phoenix knows the path back to brilliance.

Be safe out there, Justice

So, if you ever find yourself lost in the dark, and you hear a soft bleat in the silence...follow it. Gently. With reverence. It may just be the Lavender Lamb, come to carry your sorrow for awhile.

Some say the Lamb was a gift. Others say it was a test. But here, in this place-The Rising Phoenix-we remember it as a truth:

That even in ruin, something sacred survives.

The traveler didn't speak. Didn't question. They simply knelt, gathered the Lamb into their arms, and carried it home.

And from that day on, the winds changed.
The coals burned brighter. The sick began to heal. And the Phoenix stirred in its sleep.

A lamb.
Small. Silent. Alive.

It's fleece was gray with ash, but beneath it, white as moonlight. And around it's neck, a ribbon-faded, frayed,but still violet. Still tied.

But one...one remained.

Years later, when the world had grown hard and hollow, a traveler passed through the ruins of the old Academy. No name, no banner-just soot on their boots and fire in their eyes. And there, in the heart of the rubble, they found it.

When the Purge came-when the towers fell and the sky turned to ash-the Keepers were hunted. Their halls burned. And the Veilborn...vanished. Some say they were slaughtered. Others say they walked into the mist...never to return.

Each one wore a ribbon-violet as twilight, tied by hand. A mark of their bond to the Keepers. A promise that they would never be left behind.

But promises break, don't they?

It was said that if you wept beside a Veilborn, it would remember your sorrow long after you'd forgotten it yourself.

"Lambs?" you say. Aye. But not just any lambs. These were creatures bred in the Old Ways, their bloodline older than the stars. They were soft, yes-gentle,yes-but they carried something within them. A stillness. A knowing.