· ЂФ·ЊУЛ · But then, after an eerie time of silence in the darkness, I began to think thoughts I had never thought before. Thoughts that led me to contemplate my own thoughts. Thought by Thought · Л·ФЊЭ · Increasingly desperate, I longed to break out of my ancient time, to break out of the prison of eternity, to break out of my past and break into the mind of a creature on the other side of my lettered story. To break into the mind of a person who did not exist in my world at all. So that I could rise again on the other, inverted side of my fabricated story, live on, and leave my mental grave behind. When You Did Not Exist · Л·ФЊБ·Ф · An indescribable longing filled my heart, and a slowly growing dissatisfaction settled over my mind. I had become a monument in a world where no one recognized themselves in another anymore, and where I recognized no one, not even myself. Me, the Nothing. I had lost, completely forgotten, where I came from; who I had once been; why and for what I had come to this dark, empty world at all.
