From shadowed nights to vivid days, a cluster of torn hues takes flight among fiery trails and smoky veils, similar to the metamorphosis from darkness to radiance just like the rise of the Phoenix... In those dark nights, like the obsidian backdrop, shadows linger and hope seems so far away, when we see dead ends everywhere, a spark flickers, vibrant hues emerge, awakening an inner flame that foretells a bright dawn, shining light upon the most obscure trails and fuzziest paths. The journey from being broken to hope mirrors the eternal flame that fuels our resilient spirits, and to us, it's called the "Phoenix Phase".