In Memory Of Q

A year passed by. The nameless one, you can hear me. My dead alter ego, I found out who you really are so recently. Hey, I really thought I was the only one among black angels, but it appears that I wasn't. What you created could not be done by a usual human-being. But we crossed each other in time, and my moment of truth contemporized your departure. Maybe each of the shadow worlds needs its own master, so while I'm spreading my wings over this side, you're contemplating another one...
You were definitely right, names mean nothing. Being a genius, you don't need to have any stupid identification. Name is just something that is imposed to anyone since he is born, but we're stronger than this. The name doesn't make you, but you make it - and exactly you proved that on your own example.
Already a year... But how it happened that through the shroud of death we have compatible visions? My dead alter ego, materialized sleeping demon, forever nameless...