She was once a fish at the bottom of the pond, her scales soaked in silt, and her gills filled with rancid undercurrents. She counted the broken reflections in the water bubbles, and when she counted the 365th time, she finally turned the entire pond into a rust-colored prison. Later, she learned to tear up the moonlight with her claws and soaked her drunkenness in the blood. When her fist hit the wall, she heard the scream of her bones, but the water was too deep, so deep that even the pain sank into the mud. Until that sunny day, when he walked over on broken glass and reached out to pick her up, she thought it was another drowning, but she saw that he was holding a lamp that would never go out in his palm. He taught her to identify stars in the mud and planted drunken bottles into sunflowers. When she spit out the bloody smoke ring for the first time, he smiled and said, look, these are the ashes of the Phoenix's nirvana. She always loved to curl up in his arms and count her heartbeats, like counting the new ripples in the pool. He stroked the scabs on her arms and said softly, every scar is a tunnel of light, and you will eventually become your own dawn. She stood by the pool and looked at her reflection. When the water rippled away, she finally understood that the deepest salvation is the root system that allows darkness to grow light.
When darkness becomes a habit, light becomes the most dangerous salvation
And she will eventually learn to be reborn in the light.
Intent: In the ultimate darkness and despair, through self-awakening and redemption from external warmth, rebirth from sinking to self-dominance can be achieved.