· У·ФЖШ·Э · I reigned over the wars of darkness, the wars of solitude, the eternal wars of oblivion and the past, the senseless wars of uncertainty and ignorance. I reigned over all warriors in this reality forsaken by all good spirits, mute, silent, and lost warriors who, without notion or memory of the life they once led on the other side of this lettered story, waited and endured. Lettered Stories · У·ФЖШ·Ч · I could neither remember my name nor the inscription on my gravestone and no longer recognized myself even in my own feelings. I was surrounded by darkness and reigned over a realm full of opposites, with which I could converse with nothing and no one, for when I began to spin around my mind, I had to renounce everything, had to leave and forget everything I ever intended to tell: my language, my soul, my knowledge and conscience, my experiences and memories, my consciousness and my thoughts, and even my imagination, my unique, singular, shadowy, dark, black imagination. The Imagination of the Never · У·ФФБ · Yet, even if I no longer knew who I was, where I was, when I was, or what this cursed place was called, even if I no longer knew the meaning of these accursed words, a mighty, shadowy fire, possessed by my innermost essence, now burned deep beneath the bottom of my soul. It was the fire of eternal life that my warrior ignited within me, the black fire of eternity. A Spark of Eternity
