So let it exist in my side... I’ve been creating so much of these worlds. Imagination flies and worlds exist, when one doesn’t force them to dwelling visible. Imperceptible, not forced, they gain more power. I wanted xaigwon to guide me to these realms and kingdoms, which I wanted to exist... So much effort through this poison... Even words now cannot describe what I’m saying.. This was failure... Though I see, how this dried away well fills again itself with a living water... Just like it was said about other lands... And what fills these realms - sound. Sound of wind, that I hear, structures, that I try to touch... they are unstructable though amaze with their complexness and unexistable sophistication, so dear and so hard to perceive... Though mind searches and gets there already new, free and cleaned from worldly judgments... There exists all, which I dream of... It is all through dreams, though making one live, not die or disappear or be swallowed in pain and sorrow, as I imagined this before... My dear and precious world, which no one will be able to touch, but me... and I bring, through effort nevertheless, and with gladness, this beauty of this mind creature to this existence, not to be here to bother or intervene, but to add some glance or even only spark of magnificence to what is. To what is mine. And this is sane and, surely, gallant inclusions, imperceptible, and, even, unseen for one with prejudices.

And what about xaighwon - let it be forsaken gradually. And hat was the Forlorn World will again be, now not forlorn, ere filled with life welling up and springing with new strength and vim.