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            Once upon a time, there was a black and white Bakeneko. It was the only Bakeneko in the world and was very lonely. It spent all of its days wandering the great desert, searching for companionship. It asked the gods. The first god said that the Bakeneko should be happy to have life at all. The second god said that the Bakeneko was special, unique in its singularity and that by making more it would decrease how special it was. The third god said that the Bakeneko must be very lonely. It took pity on the creature, being alone as it was. The God instructed the Bakeneko to go home and meditate on each piece of color on its body. Once it could feel each and every piece, all it had to do was think about one piece leaving.

            The Bakeneko did just that. It was hard,and took many tries, but eventually, it could feel every piece different - the black and the white. As it became aware of this, its tail split at the edge - and connected on the other side was another Bakaneko! This one was pure white, and its tail was split as well. The Bakeneko looked down and realized that it was all black! Their tails separated and then there they were, no longer alone.


            Alone.

            That was something Lawven understood. To be alone. After everything that had happened, she felt the need for companionship, but also the urge to hide away and remain small. She placated her needs by meditating. After all, she had three colors. Maybe she could split them all and become one solid colored Bakeneko. It didn't matter that she would lose the prestige of being a calico. No one seemed to care here about such trivial things. If she could make others, they would be her friend.

            As Lawven laid in her bed and stared at the ceiling, she thought about her life. Leaving the desert, abandoned here, alone here, and then.. chased by cannibals and shoved into a small room. The future was unknowable. The past was a mess of pain and anguish. Lawven resolved to live in the now, in the present day. Perhaps that would help her move forward as not only a nightmare, but as an orphan.