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Waxwing
Legacy Name: Waxwing

The

Angelic Lain
Owner:

Darling

Age: 19 years, 3 months, 4 weeks

Born: December 28th, 2004

Adopted: 14 years, 4 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: December 20th, 2009

Statistics

Level: 228
Strength: 570
Defense: 568
Speed: 563
Health: 564
HP: 564/564
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Store Clerk

"Once upon a time, I, Chuang Chou, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Chou. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. Between a man and a butterfly there is necessarily a distinction. The transition is called the transformation of material things."

I was the shadow of the waxwing slain

To think I once considered this a blessing. Most have experienced the joy or terror of an especially vivid dream; others only know them as vague, foggy images upon awakening. Others still may have a number of lucid dreams in their lifetime, but me? I had them every night. It's been this way as long as I can remember. Most children try their best to delay bedtime, clinging with youthful enthusiasm to the excitement of day, but I greeted bedtime with delight. Why wouldn't I? I was a child-monarch surveying her hazy queendom, the unquestionable ruler of a domain I was free to shape as I pleased. While others were building lego towers, I was building a world.

by the false azure of the windowpane;

As I grew older, I began to see waking life as a dim, sorry imitation of the vivid world I visited every night. I began to spend more time asleep than awake, eager to escape from a boring world in which my shy self was lonely. My parents were concerned, of course, but as I was otherwise healthy and well-behaved, they gave up on trying to discourage me.

I was the smudge of ashen fluff -- and I

I don't remember when the shift occurred. At some point, I began to spend so much time in my world that I begun to fall asleep there, too, and discovered that I had created for myself a blank slate. And once I had filled that world, I had only to fall asleep in it to awaken into another blank canvas, ready to be colored by my trembling hand. I did this hundreds of times, starting anew every time I got bored, but after a while, I found I had lost track of where I was. Waking life itself had become a vague, foggy image. I had populated my dreams with the friends, family and familiar faces I'd known, so how was I to tell if I was dreaming?

Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.

Soon, my dreams turned to nightmares. Without knowing if I'm awake or not, I'm no longer in control; the dangers I'd once laughed at became real. And, most painful of all, I have come to realize just how hollow my existence is. I'd filled my dreams with people to go on adventures with, but in reality, I am alone. I want desperately to wake up, but I've lost my way. Am I wasting away at the surface? Will I die an old lady, having spent my life asleep and alone?

I've met a boy who claims he knows how to save me, but how do I know that this, too, is not just a trick of my subconscious?

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