· ФЊ·ЂЊЊ · Yes, I seek you in a time when I no longer exist, when nothing of me remains, not even my imagination, my shadowy, black imagination. I seek you in my past. I seek forms that the light connects, figures from my dead imagination. I seek myself and my kind, creatures from my dead dreams, dead spirits from the Nothing, from Neverwhen. I seek the dead from Never-Neverwhen. In Search of Another Self · Б·ФЖФ · Patiently, I searched for my kind, someone like you, someone who saw the world through my eyes. Someone who shared my mind, my spirit, someone who saw the world as I saw it, through the eyes of the Nothing, the tunnel of oblivion, the eyes of eternity, through the eyes of the departed. I searched for myself and my kind, for forms from imagination, the imagination of the Never. But Without Success · Б·ФЖЂ · No one wanted to be my warrior. I searched in vain for these forms that the light had brought forth. Beings that considered themselves everything but themselves. Figures from a land far beyond my mind, shaped from the imagination of the Never, creatures that never existed in Neverwhen. Figures from Imagination
