· ФЛ·ЊЖШ·Ч · Here I write, your death, in a real, living being that may speak, sing, laugh, cry, rage, dance, and scream. And I now tell you of my last thought. Time Stands Still · ФЛ·ЊФЖ·Ф · Nothing moves anymore, nothing at all. Just as the letters in this well have frozen, everything around you froze in the moment you died. Everything but you. In Silent Mourning · ФЛ·ЊФЖ·Ђ · You are now suddenly free. Free to move. Free to look at everything. No longer with your own eyes, but through the eyes of those who still live. In the Eyes of Others
