Flames

Flames.

A baptism of fire, walking onto the blazing charcoals with bare feet. Having them sear the skin, eventually consuming them in flames; fueling the firestorm surrounding the frame. Flames attacking and lashing out in every which way. Incinerating the poor creature engulfed in the fires of tribulation, reducing it to nothing more but a pile of ash and a fragrant aroma of burnt flesh. The small mound of ash slowly becomes flat,  the revelation of the newborn emerges from the pile. Covered in black soot, marked in the faintest burns, small flames extinguished; producing a phoenix. Withstanding the trek through the gates of an inferno, taking on the spits of flames, and resurrecting into a new shade of strength. Becoming the idol that was extracted by smoke and flames, reshaped by the agony and burnt into the product of evolution.