IRC-Galleria

Never will the world fall into the state, where it could take something collectively precious with it while falling apart. Because there is not something that could be worthless to no-one. We face our own personal doom, when the world burns. The collapse of individual mind. After all, it is our minds that is to build again the entirety as we know it. The nature creates as it destroys. All the information in the paths of electric impulses within our nerve system are the keys to exist and recognise our own existence. When the system starts to question itself, the world starts to shatter and at this point the world isn't the most precious thing to lose. It is your knowledge about the world which we cannot decide, does it exist or is it just an imagination, a dream.

As the time goes by, the memories drown into the void. There those memories echo in the continuations, endlessly. This void contains the voices from the past, which won't be heard in the future. Those voices will never be aknowledged again, the random music of dim visions from the fragile existence that slowly dies and reincarnates in the hands of oblivion. The past that is completely forgotten but never have ceased to exist.

"The voices of remembrances are there echoing and no one there is listening."