· ФЧ·ЂЭБ·Ђ · You swap the memories of the life you once lived with the wishes, dreams, and longings of the persons, forms, creatures, and beings you could still have become. In your thoughts, you correct every single sequence until the moment you lose your consciousness forever. Then, infinitely slowly, full of satisfaction and relief, convinced you did everything right, you enter the realm of the dead. No one closes your eyes; you are forgotten and buried, burned and consumed. You took nothing with you and left nothing behind. Nothing but a thought. The thought that you are now free. Labyrinthum Nigrum Speculum · Ж·Ф · In the Mirror-Black Labyrinth · Ч·ЖБЧ·Ф · From here, you can view the emergence and legacy of the world countless trillions of times from all possible and impossible perspectives and directions and equally lament the rise and fall of all parallel realities zillions of times and bid them farewell in your thoughts. Because with your ignorance, you have not only destroyed your own world but all worlds in all galaxies in the entire Neverwhen, turning them to stardust. And because, at the edge of all probabilities, you had no choice but to destroy your own truth, you set out on the journey back to your memory, back to the last of your still intact memories. You return to your past, back to the beginning and thus to the end of all phenomena. Back to the Past In their journey to the burial of their memories, the devil and his demons engage in a bitter dispute between imagination and reality.
