· ЂУ·ЧШЧ · For a long, long time, I dreamed of a time that never existed, in a world that never existed. I dreamed of a moment that existed in no reality, neither in another time nor in another world. No one knew this world. Never did I call this time. Neverwhen was this place. Neverwhen was the moment when I dreamed of being the Nothing, being nothing, being no one, being an empty tunnel in the Nothing, a tunnel so tiny and so small that nothing and no one was reflected in it, not even these letters from my imagination, the imagination of the Nothing, of the No and the Never. The Imagination of the Never · У·ФЂЭ · For an eternally long time, I stared into myself, deep into the abyss of the Nothing. I rummaged through stories from long-forgotten times and imagined being someone entirely different, someone like you. And suddenly, the notion of the warrior I once was transformed into the notion of what I will never be again. Myself · У·ФЊЂ · How many shadowy, black hours have I now spent here? How many dark eternities have I waited to dissolve into light, to vanish into the Nothing? How often have I told you that I do not exist, that I am not real at all? Yet each time, I tried anew to convince myself that I carry within me the most beautiful thoughts that have ever existed. Until You Become My Mirror
