Phoenix fell and burned to once more rise in flame, for the soul remains the same. As the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, casting a golden hue across the landscape, a familiar figure approached the door with their bare self; a proper Wayne.
Time is evergreen, but the soul within begins to defy as it grows old. Among the good, the temptation to be the villain in other people's stories is truly and well, inevitable. Hence, the lost cause was born with an unbreakable will and the trickster.
Life's cycles resemble a gracefully coiled ribbon, each reaching its conclusion before looping back to the beginning. Yet, sometimes you find yourself out of the loop as it moves faster than you can run— issuing a loss of existence.