I
Ocean of hopelessness. Escape from despair. Fear of confrontation. Desire for disruption. Endless longings. Negation of love. Beautiful sights. Annihilation of vision. Pretty faces. Desecration of innocence. Turning world.
Empty time.
Decline of yearning.
Needless me.
Beginning of fabrications.
Continuation of reality.
And that’s the end of the dream.
Then, why are you here?
Do you really want to stay here?
II
This dungeon is buried under an ocean of sand. I travelled through this illusory ghost world to reach a lonely, arcane tower, the only standing thing in this infinite wasteland. Inside, I can walk through walls; jewels are hidden in secret rooms, and phantasmagoric hands try to grab me and carry me away.
Am I looking for a key? When I touched the unopenable door all of my memories started to glitter. Dark pathways seemed to glitter; an immense desert seemed to glitter.
I’m locked forever in this labyrinth. In an endless dungeon I am my only ghost.
Once, in one corner of the desert to which I’ll never return, a dead girl asked me, “Why are you always alone?” I said I was looking for the labyrinth, hidden somewhere under these sands. The labyrinth, I was looking for the labyrinth.
I couldn't even see her, she was so transparent, but now, when I touch the unopenable door, all of my memories start to glitter.
III
Faith,
Faith, faith,
Nothing but faith, nothing but
Remnants of faith, nothing but
Faith. Guilt, shame, and fear.
Guilt, shame, and fear. Faith.
~A thousand years into the infinite future, the whole galaxy is glittering,
and that's the end of the dream.~