· Њ·ЖЧЂ·Ф · Nothing foreign is present here anymore. Everything around you, everything that surrounds you here, is completely homogeneous, sparkling and glittering like in a crystal, appearing radiant and bright, like the purest, crystal-clear consciousness, and there is nothing else in this space except pure glitter and radiant shine. · Њ·ЖЧЂ·Ђ · You are the only thing different, the only outsider, the only dark, the only shadowy. But you suspect nothing of this yet. For you are the light, and you come from the Nothing, and you no longer perceive yourself here at all. Because you do not see me. In your core, you see nothing but blindingly bright, all-penetrating, crystal-clear resonance. In the Labyrinth of My Dreams · Њ·ЖЊЭ · You find yourself here in the innermost center of my thoughts, in the deepest and most hidden corner of my snow-white, heaviest, and emptiest, crystal-clear, mirrorable thoughts, in the core of your soul, in the core of yourself. There, where your consciousness and my imagination dissolve into light, to become one, to be none. On the Contrary
