>>5222553Eventually, you arrive at the sparkling constellation of your destiny—your genesis, your conquest, your Hawksong! And therein, buoyed on familiar and comfortable currents of mammalian fantasies, fears, and ambitions, you soar through the city and to your precious Edwin of Engel.
Tonight, he is in his bed, and he is alone. You hover above him for a time, just watching him. The way he holds his pillow in an embrace in your absence leaves you wistful, almost perversely jealous, and lonesome. In spite of Irinnile’s warmth within you all day and night, in spite of your… Unique relationship to Roth…
It’s EDWIN, and you wish you could turn back time and be with him here, in person, as you were.
What do you do?
>Just watch him, maybe leave him with a happy (sexy?) dream—this is enough>Dive into his dream and spy upon him, learn what he has been up to and what has become of Hawksong more broadly>Assume an avatar of Paula in his dreams and soil his image of her subconsciously, poisoning what you take to be a burgeoning relationship>Approach him to have a deep conversation, honest and raw, as you wish you could do when he was awake [specify the details thereof that you wish to touch upon]>Visit another dreamer—this is making you surprisingly melancholy [specify who you visit]>Write-in 