· ЂФ·ЊББ · When this story, this message, these names, and these words did not exist, when there was nothing and no one here except the Nothing, the Never, and the No, the tunnel in my core was still dark and black. Lonely and abandoned. Hollow and empty. And this secret passage existed only in my dead imagination. Dead Imagination · ЂФ·ЊБУ · My warriors in Neverwhen were still cold and without a single spark of mind, small and unassuming. Just as tiny as the light in which I found myself. It almost seemed as if there was nothing at all in this black, shadowy emptiness and solitude. Nothing but the Nothing, my silent army, and my ancient imagination. Electrifying Emptiness · ЂФ·ЊБЛ · In my shadowy imagination, my dark perception, my empty notions, and my black thoughts, I thought only of myself. And I wanted nothing more than not to be at all. Crystal-Clear Silence
