“we live in a pre-determined world...
do we exists?
merely for the pleasure
of our Creator, the timekeeper…”

noir:

“for those who race towards Death…
for those who wait in vain…
for those who walks the borders…

can’t you see…

…the angel of hell who treads
between the intersecting and winding roads?

can’t you hear…

…the screams of the murdered souls bleeding
across the night’s highway?

can’t you feel…

…the whips and lashes of the gods,
and the blue flame burning?”

white:

“oh, mistress…

we had, we have, we will…

all of us live in a twisted dimension,
and we do nothing but run around in circles…

Death is merely a personification,
a symbol of fear,
a parallel concept,
it is nothing…

but then…

we cannot understand
what are we defined as…

we can see, hear, feel, yes…
but that is our purpose…

merely a game of Fate.”

“…the gatekeeper, the secret keeper;
there is no such thing as divisions
or punishment, only time and destiny is”