· У·ФФЧ·Ф · ( ) Older and older grew the light in my dream, so infinitely ancient that it began to pull me deeper and deeper into the depths of the Nothing. So unimaginably deep that the Nothing in Neverwhen eventually offered me no hold to be Nothing, to be no one, to be nobody. To be a graveyard · У·ФЂЧ · And as the light in me grew older and my thoughts around the Nothing grew emptier, my mind and imagination also grew older, emptier, blacker, and heavier. So heavy, so infinitely ancient and empty, that I finally lost my hold and began to fall. I fell and fell, plunged into and down into this deep emptiness, into this immense, unfathomable, black, and empty pool. I plunged into myself. In the Midst of the Nothing · У·ФЂБ · And as I fell into the Nothing, into Neverwhen, further and deeper, I fell into a deep sleep in which I dreamed of rest and death, of final peace and infinite calm. I dreamed so long, fell so far, and slept so deeply that I completely lost myself in myself. Soon, I no longer knew where I was or where I came from. I did not even know who I was anymore. Never-Madness
