'Someday the old shack we call the world will fall apart. How, we don’t know, and we don’t really care either. Since nothing has real substance, and life is a twirl in the void, its beginning and its end are meaningless.'
After death we become the space dust ourselves and create the matter of all things. The consistency, movement and mass of all of the objects in the universe takes source from our energy, the energy that floats away from our dead corpses and moves everything like puppets on strings. Everything is designed for the unclear faith of everlasting continuance.
'Void' was hiding behind completely different masks during all ten years of its being created. The final result is not only the compromise between world of T. and Zguba, but first of all – a pursuit of mutual harmony.