A Phoenix Rises

ched years of my life, "Echoes of Eternity," approaching l

d, and his words, laced with doubt and v

trayed my desperate hope for his belief, not his constant,

ece a "small indie title," a "shame" that my work ende

public statement blaming my "unproven indie studio" hit me like a physical b

damage," while I knew the truth: he destroyed everything. He always said he

his reply, calm and infuriating, solidified

lla, but staring at his number, a terrifying yet exhila

ifeline from a rival I barely knew,

e ashes, a phoenix, not for his approval, but for mys