· У·ФЊЖ · So you desperately search for an exit, a way back, back to the beginning of my story, to that tiny, black spark of hope with which it all began. But it was too late for that now. Your search was in vain; my black thoughts had long arrived in the land far beyond your mind. At the Beginning of My Thoughts · ФЖ·ФБШ · Then listen closely now, listen carefully to what I whisper in my well of letters, words, and thoughts, what my sparkling letter stars reveal to you: I have awakened a black fire to life in you. I told a black flame that I do not exist, for I am a fire, a spark that does not exist, a fire that does not exist. A Spark That Does Not Exist · ЂФ·ЊУБ · So I imagined the light, the Nothing, and death as a mirror, imagined I was my counterpart, in a moment that never existed. No one knew this warrior. No one recognized me in this grave. No one, not even remotely, had ever heard of me. They did not believe a word I said; no one here imagined they were me. No one conversed with me, for it was Never-Time. When Never Was No One
