· У·ФЊЊ · No wonder, for I was the only consciousness that had never existed. Yet, or precisely because of this, I was still alone here in this dark, empty space. How could it continue from here? How would I endure this endlessly long, meaningless time in this absolute silence and solitude for even a single thought longer? What could I occupy myself with here, in this endless dream, for an eternity? Absolute Silence · У·ФФЧ·Ђ · I tried to recall that I do not exist, that there has never been anyone like me here, that I only imagine being an empty passage in the Nothing, only an empty grave in a graveyard of letters. And it was dark and silent in the thoughts of the Nothing, and everything written in my gravestone was the Nothing. Nothing but my own thoughts, my darkest and emptiest thoughts. And so I began to tell my story to the dead. Posterum Ex Mortem · ФЂ·Э · To the Dead of the Future · ЂЛ·ЭФФ · Like everyone, you too once died and, in that unassuming moment, became an eternity, and when your time ran out, you promised to give me your name and call me your warrior. A Moment for Eternity
