Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
To the small girl standing alone in the big garden, the wall was the edge of the world. The first rays of sun emerging from the night fluttered across its expansive face. The mossy brick stretched far up to the crystalline sky, disappearing into the wispy, shimmering clouds. Left and right, the brick wall extended into the distance, eventually vanishing into the lush, green leaves of the surrounding trees. There was no gate, no crack, no ending to this brick wall save but a small square door, a few feet off the ground, made of dark brown wood. It was held shut by a sturdy, metal latch.
M. S. Murphy