· ЂУ·ЧШБ · “The Future” I called this place. Here, I fled from all my memories and hid them from death. For I feared the warrior in my mind, my own black and empty garb, black as a shadow, as black and as empty as the Nothing. As if from the Nothing · ЂУ·ЭЖЭ · In a chamber of black glass, I hid my thoughts. There was nothing in this glass but black light. And gray, ghastly letters that no one ever understood how to read. Ghastly Letters · ЂЛ·ЭЖБ · Uncannily deep and heavy, black and empty, the thoughts that affected me appeared, and only now did I realize how final they stood. None of the letters in my memory moved anymore. None of the words in my mind stirred anymore. All stood mute, still, stiff, and rigid, patiently waiting for me to follow them. The Sound of Reality
