· ЂБ·ЧЛЂ · Ever faster, you plunge into the imagination of the Nothing and the No, spinning and spinning this carousel until all the figures and creatures in your consciousness vanish, and you find yourself again in the form of a radiant, bright, crystal-clear thought. The Thought of a Warrior · ЂБ·ЧЛЊ·Ф · Your imagination is the vehicle, your mind is the portal through which you enter this mental carousel and never leave it again. The entire world, the entire universe, all realities in which you encounter yourself, revolve around this carousel, even you yourself. In the Carousel of Wishes · ЊЧ·БФЧ · ( ) Imagine this carousel as a simple, steady river with obvious and hidden currents, in which you recognize your own mirror image as that of a stranger—and sometimes not at all—with bridges of letters as vast as the universe itself, joyful and cheerful, bitter and gloomy, sad and black chapters, blinding, burning, and biting black, as glaringly black as the gravestones in a cold, ancient graveyard. In the Realm of Dead Letters
