Sitting alone in his cell, the night weighs heavy on his soul, but as he sleeps he has a vision: a magnificent bird rising newborn from the ashes and spreading its crimson wings to dance on the winds.
Hope stirs in his heart.
In the first light of dawn, he sees a tiny feather slip through the barred window and land at his feet.
Lifting it up to the sun, he sees it burst into golden flames that do not consume it.
Refreshed, he tucks the feather into his shirt.
No wall could now contain the phoenix song swelling in his chest.
He knows it is a sign that his prison will not be enough, for freedom lies in wait.