Forget what the elite do in secret halls. The Phoenix is not their symbol to own. It is older than empire, older than writing, older than the veils cast over our skies. It is a record from the first world, a cosmic glyph of plasma storms, celestial fire, and the axis that binds heaven and earth. This is the true decode of the Phoenix Rising: the eternal return of flame from Mount Meru, the divine reset encoded in myth, scripture, and cosmic memory.