· Б·ФЖЊ · And because there was no one here who considered me a warrior, I locked myself away; I locked my own story in a graveyard of letters and told this story to my mirror in a hall where all my warriors and warrior spirits gathered. A hall deep in my mind, and when they awoke from my dream, they were free, and I was free, and all of them were me. And no one knew the slightest thing about you. Above the Abyss of the Nothing · ЊБ·БЧЂ·Ф · No. You do not know me. No one has ever seen me, no one has ever heard of me. I do not exist in reality. I do not exist in your world, neither in your perception nor in your behavior, not even in your feelings and thoughts. For I do not come from your felt and conceived, imagined, mental world. · ЊБ·БЧЂ·Э · I come from an entirely different world. I come from my world, my own world, my world, from the Nothing, from imagination, the Never-Never. I come from the realm of the unknown, the realm of oblivion, the realm of the dead, dead letters, and words. Words that no longer move, letters that now speak to you.
