Phoenix Whip

Dyane day,(harvest day) Tower of fire, Phoenix Sun city.

The entire city congregates next to the great tower of fire, as they do every Dyane day. The light of the three moons shines for the last time before dawn; the time of the weekly ritual is approaching. After that, the orchestra and the choir start to play the ancient song in a slow and monotonous endless loop.

Amazing Grace, How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost, but now am found

T'was blind but now I see
T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear And Grace, my fears relieved How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed

Through many dangers, toils and snares We have already come.

The coffin's procession commences, floating with its anti-gravitational fields, while citizens watch the show bored. Every week, the same spectacle has been happening since the dawn of times,
most of the citizens simply navigate the holo-net, making sure that their own Karma credits aren't dropping.

A dreary voice whispers at you, you search for the source until you find it the small stasis coffin speaker. You can finally hear a distant male voice: "Your previous self has died. However, you are an important party in the ritual; your inert body is sleeping in one of the communal caskets. Your memory begins to disintegrate. Soon, The primordial energy of the Fire's tower will return your body two ashes, blood, dust, and bones. A new you with your same DNA would respawn as it has happened to you through thousands of reincarnation cycle."

The voice stops and you look at the coffin waiting for it continues. Have you understood?" The weird voice sounds bored.

You ponder about who is talking with you. "Is this a dream?"

"I have already explained it to you; I have another thousand to guide on my shift. You have to think about who you were in your previous life, everything will be fine."