· ФФ·ФЛЛ·Ч · From this distance, the foundation seems as close as your own eyes, and when you turn around and turn my thoughts upside down, you no longer even know the difference between your memories of my gravestone and the tower in your consciousness, for in turning, you forgot to orient yourself and lost all perspective from your eyes, your mind, and your memory. Disoriented · ФФ·ФЛУ·Ф · The gate through which you just passed slams shut. The drawings, signs, and symbols in my garden of feelings appear to you in chaotic disarray. Some are reversed, others twisted. And because it is always the same symbols invading your mind from my memory, a recurring pattern emerges despite the most diverse and varied ways of your observation, a secret code. · ФФ·ФЛУ·Ђ · It is a kind of encrypted language that reveals a secret message to those who understand its meaning. You begin to order the symbols and follow the signs through the labyrinth. They gently draw you into their spell and weave a delicate web of thoughts around you. Enwoven in Thoughts
