· ЂЛ·ЭЖУ · So I read on and on. I read and read, continuously following the sound of my notions and expectations, the flow of my thoughts, my invisible, mirrorable, crystal-clear thoughts. Out of the Eyes of All · ФШ·ЊЊЊ · Deeper and deeper, I penetrated the secrets of the Never and the No. I opened more and more doors, gates, windows, and portals. More and more letters leapt at me from the depths of the Nothing from Neverwhen, until, in the end, I completely lost myself in my carousel of thoughts. I had not expected, had not anticipated, that my warrior would tell me my own story. My Warrior Story · ФЂ·ЂЂЭ · I told a mirror my story. It told it to my warrior, and the warrior told it to my mirror. Thus, my story was passed on and on, and in an unassuming moment, it was projected into and beyond infinity, until eternity finally revealed my own name to me. From Warrior to Warrior
