About The Life Of The Dead

· У·ФЖШ·Њ · For many incalculable aeons, I already ruled over the dreams in my mind, my mirror empire of eternity. · У·ФЖШ·Э · I led through the creation of darkness, the creation of loneliness, the creation of forgetfulness and past, the creation of uncertainty and ignorance. I ruled throughout all the creations in my reality, abandoned by all good spirits and souls. Silent, still, and lonely moments that lay in wait without emotion, imagination, and recollection of their lives, the lives they had once led or will lead on the other side of this story of letters. Letter Stories · У·ФЖШ·Ч · I couldn't remember my name or the tunnel inside my mind, and I didn't even recognize myself in the face behind my mirror. I was surrounded and ruled over a realm full of opposites, of which I could speak to nothing and nobody because when I turned around my mind, I had to renounce everything. I had to forget and leave behind everything that I had ever thought to tell myself; my language, my soul, my knowledge and conscience, my experience and memories; my consciousness and my thoughts and on top of that, my imagination, my unique, sinister, dark, and black phantasy. The Phantasy Of Never ... Never ... Never · У·ФФБ · Although, I no longer knew who I was, where and when I was, and what this cursed place itself was. Even though I no longer knew the meaning of these enchanted terms, there was now a mighty dark fire burning deep inside my mind, taking possession of my innermost being. It was the fire of eternal spirit that the black void sparkled in me, the black fire of eternity. A Spark Of Eternity · У·ФЖШ·Л · Deep within the void sparkled the spirit of nothingness, absorbed and engulfed in itself, at peace, in desperation and loneliness. And in the thoughts of nothingness; it was gloomy, dark, and silent. So sinister, dark, lonely, and so quiet that no one ever noticed how the void began to dream, dream deeper and deeper, and finally phantasized itself into my mind.