· Л·ФЊБ·Ђ · I had forgotten why I had devised this tunnel of letters and for whom I had inscribed it, why I had fled to this world at all, into this unreal, immortal world. This world of rigid signs and words, this world of the dead, dead warriors, stories, and thoughts, dead letters and symbols from my dead imagination. In the War of Longing · Л·ФЊУ · Out of my complete despair of being forever forgotten and thus eternally imprisoned and trapped in my mirror-black labyrinth, I dug my own grave. I hid a message in it, in which I banished my own essence into all others, and built around it a walkable tower. A tunnel of letters meant to protect me from being forgotten, keep my consciousness alive, and show me the way to freedom, and I called this well: “The Black Fire of Eternity.” Nigrum Lux Aeternum · ЖУ·У · The Black Fire of Eternity · ЂУ·ЧШЭ · But as the light in me, real and rightful, began to consume, devour, and burn me from within, I stole all my dreams, hopes, and memories and brought them to a secret, mysterious place in Neverwhen, a place lost and sunken deep in the realm of my imagination, yet at the same time as clear and transparent as the Nothing, like nothing comparable in this world. It was a place that did not exist at all in Neverwhen, a place that never existed. In Futurum · ШЭ·Э · The Future
