Phoenix, the star whispered. You are beginning to understand.

He threw something on the fire, a handful of herbs or dust. As tendrils of fragrant smoke curled around him, he began to beat his chest like a drum.

Live, said the voice. He is waiting for you, in the land of the dead.

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