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She--she thinks she is a she--she thinks she thinks, though she's not sure she should be doing that, really--has many names. The Phalkon, and the Phoenix, and the Force, the Chaos-Bringer and the Black Angel, and a thousand others from beings of all planets.
But she thinks--if she can think--that she once had another name, not a title. But it wasn't really hers.
The name that feels truest is Phoenix, she thinks. If she can think.
So Phoenix enters Milliways for the first time, fire and burning energy and light and brightness in the form of a woman.
Eyes that aren't really eyes curiously study the inhabitants as she stands, uncertain.
But she thinks--if she can think--that she once had another name, not a title. But it wasn't really hers.
The name that feels truest is Phoenix, she thinks. If she can think.
So Phoenix enters Milliways for the first time, fire and burning energy and light and brightness in the form of a woman.
Eyes that aren't really eyes curiously study the inhabitants as she stands, uncertain.