· У·ФФФ·Ђ · I began to speak like a zombie, think like a dead person, behave like a ghost, converse with spirits and specters, invisible beings that spoke to me from my mirror. I locked them all in my mind, my transparent, twisted mind of drawings, equations, switches, roots, digits, signs, and symbols, and began to hallucinate. The Echo in the Mirror · ЂФ·ЊУЭ·Ф · I imagined I was my thoughts and envisioned the perfect symmetry, the perfect balance, and the perfect foundation for eternity: an empty graveyard in the center of the Nothing. In the Center of My Thoughts · ЂФ·ЊУЭ·Ђ · And as I began to explain to my own self that the light in me was a mirror, my warrior tried to convince me that this light did not exist at all. Eternal Darkness
