Two sides of your own thoughts, two sides to life and the world, perhaps it will all make sense, but chances are it won't.
The Phoenix will be reborn, as it always is. But inside of who? The one with the dark memories? The one with the thoughts of others as advesaries in all respects? Or maybe the Phoenix will choose one in actual need of rebirth, one discouraged...tainted...jaded to words and actions alike.
Nine, the number flashes in my mind endlessly. I see nine images, they are blurred, like an old memory, so blurred I cannot tell a thing about them or remember them at all. They remind me of things, things that I also do not remember, but they are only feelings, short bursts of power or sadness, the feelings are sobering, relaxing, clear my head of all unimportant things.