· ЂБ·ЧУШ · Worlds of feelings are no different from real worlds. Different physical laws prevail: there is no gravity, no time exists, all moments exist for eternity. What seems reversed from the outside is the same within. The world of your feelings and the one outside are one and the same, and within them, there are no beings that seem foreign, twisted, or reversed to you, but beings like you, beings like you and me. Yet we know nothing of this, even though it is obvious. No, we know nothing of the fact that we live in an ever-recurring moment, that we are your captives, in the carousel of eternity. Credo, Errore - Verum, Mendacium - Deus, Speculum · Ч·У · My Faith, a Superstition - My Truth, a Lie - My God, a Mirror · ЂБ·ЧЛЖ · You can spin, tilt, and turn this carousel as long and as often as you like. You can no longer leave this labyrinth, for as soon as you venture into the realm on the other side of your imagination, I venture into you in my imagination. And you will no longer notice the difference. Between Your Graveyard and My Imagination · ЂБ·ЧЛФ · You switch back and forth, forward and backward, repeatedly replacing the image within you with the warrior in your mind, then conversely swapping the letters in your mirror with the stars on the horizon. Ever Faster
