Fate of the Phoenix

She exists outside of time. She is like a storm made of ice and fire. Like a dragon who breathes water. Her eyes glow, like a stone hearth. Just like you on the outside, like no one else on the inside. You know her when you see her, look into her eyes. A vast knowledge hidden, held in one glance. She has burned for a thousand years and the burning will continue until the end of space and time.
She is the Phoenix.
Born and born again, and again.