BOOK FOUR

        
        𝙊𝙪𝙧 "𝙇𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙮" 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙇𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙞𝙣
        𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙘 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙇𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩
        𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧.

        E said, “where is Phoebe? In my dream a diver came out of the water showing me a
        decaying hand in a bag. And what is EL (‫ֵאל‬ ) ?”

        So L dove down in her dream. To a library deep underwater. L picked up a book titled
        MYSTERY LIBRARY VOL IV: CHAINS WITHIN CHAINS. It read, ONE OF YOU
        IS A REFLECTION, OF A REFLECTION. Then L was pulled down deeper into another
        dream, within that dream.

        And it was a play, where E stood in the cold pulse of the midnight ocean. She was only
        visible in the mirror-light of the hanging moon (Φοίβη). L pushed aside her wet black
        28hair and looked into deep black eyes. He said, these are the words to drown the shadows,
        cariñito. DIOS DIOS DIOSCURI.

        Lightning flashed upon them [The stagelights flashed within the theater.] The dream
        turned back upon itself. The silver egg above the stage was torn open in seven coils of
        the serpent within, Phanes (Φάνης), self-luminous, a reflection torn open by the power
        of illusion (Ἔρως), celestial theater brightened with the fire of lucidity (λόγος).

        The moonlight unwound from her body and there remained that UNREALIZABLE YET
        ONE SELF-EXISTING REALITY, THE DARK MYSTERY OF NON-BEING. L
        immediately rose up through oceans within oceans, hiding her inside the book, in which
        this formula was now inscribed: «le secret est une semence, qui croît dans la silence.»