..Phoenyx? Hm. Do I really deserve that? I almost feel guilty. The creature that rises from its own ashes to flaming glory, strong and serene, to live an entire lifetime in one day and burn out at the end. Only to rise again. I've burned out. I've lived my life in a short time and died. But can I rise from my ashes? ...*sigh* I think maybe I took this name in hopes I could... Names hold such meaning and have so little real power. I was once given the name Strong Aspen. Everyone expects me to be so strong... I don't feel it. I want to feel it.. but I don't. I've weathered so much, stood so tall while everything around me crumbles... but I feel like Dorian Grey. And I fear my portrait to be far more aged and wounded... maybe even more cruel. Leviathon, Hope, Arora... such meaningful names... hm... Phantom Memory, the truest name I ever held.