“Once I found myself awake in the body that was still paralysed by sleep. It was as if my consciousness had somehow risen from the shell of flesh, and yet I remained inside the borders of this miraculous Inland Empire.
While captured by this world in between, I witnessed my own occurrence from the smallest point to the outer peaks, in a split of a second.
And quicker than a moment, I relapsed into insensibility, as I was leaving that same body that I have already left. I was now a mere observer of these strange proceedings, for I gave myself up to lost.
My whole shape was shattered, my limbs were intermingled in the most peculiar way, and what was left of me was one dreadful apparition.
For I felt a strong urge to abide by this new consciousness, which was nothing more than a perfect calculus.
And there I was, overturned by the perpetual mind, a skeleton with a conceit of great strength.
It took me a while to realise that I was only a figure in an abstract figure, a shadow within a dream.
Suddenly awaken by the irrelevant clamour, I found that although my appearance was altogether the same, I could feel a slight interchange of character inside me, as if this other figure, the one I have just escaped, was slowly bestowing itself upon me”.