Sometimes you have to burn yourself to the ground before you can rise like a phoenix from the ashes.
I felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth.
I wish to be cremated. One tenth of my ashes shall be given to my agent, as written in our contract.
Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like.