Here we are, beyond the grasp of space and time. I may have died, but now I am alive. My voice is your mind. No, not you. You. Yes, you!...

The condensing tears of your diluted breath are the essence of your chemical affinity, solidified by the thoughts of mechanical mixture....

What are they, these elements of the past? Are they the scent of taste, or the sight of sound? Where did they go, those beautiful smiles...

Look at me. Touch my face, feel my strength. I am but the matter of stars, dense and Impenetrable. I am man, I am death.

A: What is greater, the darkness or the light? O: ...Light, for it pierces through the night. A: What about darkness, does it not...

What is that faint fleeting warmth, soiled by the cold and darkened corners of this lonely empty room? Is it my heart, or is it yours?

Let us sing the hymns of its mother tongue, so that our songs may find their sound. Let us dilute the colors that weigh the soul, for...

What sails your ship, the winds overhead or the fishes below? Would you believe me if i told you that the atoms in our bodies were strung...

Spider: Caterpillar. Caterpillar: Who's there!? Spider: It is me, Spider. Caterpillar: ...Spider, it seems as though I may have fallen...