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At Certain Junctures In The Course Of Existence, Unique Moments Occur When Everyone And Everything, Even The Most Distant Stars, Combine To Bring About Something That Could Not Have Happened Before And Will Never Happen Again. Few People Know How To Take Advantage Of These Critical Moments, Unfortunately, And They Often Pass Unnoticed. When Someone Does Recognize Them, However, Great Things Happen In The World.

My Will Can Control Anything That’s Empty.

Once Someone Dreams A Dream, It Can't Just Drop Out Of Existence. But If The Dreamer Can't Remember It, What Becomes Of It? It Lives On In Fantastica, Deep Under Earth. There Are Forgotten Dreams Stored In Many Layers. The Deeper One Digs, The Closer They Are. All Fantastica Rests On A Foundation Of Forgotten Dreams.

People? People Have Been Obsolete For Years, They've Made The World A Place Where There's No Room Left For Their Own Kind.

And If Someone Felt That His Life Had Been An Utter Failure, And That He Himself Was Only One Among Millions Of Wholly Unimportant People Who Could Be Replaced As Easily As Broken Windowpanes, He Would Go And Pour Out His Heart To Momo. And, Even As He Spoke, He Would Come To Realize By Some Mysterious Means That He Was Absolutely Wrong: That There Was Only One Person Like Himself In The Whole World, And That, Consequently, He Mattered To The World In His Own Particular Way. Such Was Momo's Talent For Listening.