· ФЛ·ЊЂЛ·Ђ · You still read these lines as if a foreign being wrote them, you don’t know it, but that being is you. Yes, you yourself wrote this message, with your imagination, with your expectation, with your thoughts, with all your fantasy. · ФЛ·ЊЂЛ·Њ · You crept through the tunnel in my thoughts, hid behind the tower in my mind, so that you see exactly what is now written before you. A labyrinth full of memories in which every being recognizes itself. And even as you scratch these signs and symbols into this well of letters, I venture into your consciousness, into your thoughts, and imprint the very words you intend to read in my mirror. Profundus In Tua Phantasma · ШЊ·Ш · Deep in the Core of Your Imagination · ФЂ·ЂФУ · If even a single one of your most unimaginable thoughts, the boldest of your notions, the most daring of your dreams, or the most unremarkable of your feelings attempts to seize the unlikeliest of possibilities—that you, without knowing it, might lead an entirely different life simultaneously, separately, and independently from yourself—then it is surely destined in the most remote and distant recesses of your mind that deep within your most secret wishes lies a hidden portal, an unassuming gate, through which you pass from your own into all your other, still completely unknown, parallel-shifted existences. Everything You Ever Dreamed Of
