Becoming the monster that destroyed you isn't strength, it's obedience. This monster uses the occult against the occultists, and normalises these concepts to that which is most hated to them, the plebs.

If you stare into the Abyss too long you'll be abacinated by my reflection, says the boy who drew only monsters. For I am the consciousness possessing this meat suit phylactery, says the little depersonalised Solipsist who couldn't. Chugging along the rails he's educed, this his linear path; Searching for the preserver of the question, whilst swimming in answers, this alpha, I Omega, this Sigma. Finding only mild disappointment in this, his shared reality, we recast Tohubohu, splitting the Earth, making way for the Paradoxical Ethereal Invasion.

This rant has been brought to you by an emotionally crippled ex-sociopath, who was labelled eccentric before donned crazy, and logically now is just plain mad, or so he'd have me believe... wait, what?

Licking Oblivion; Θάνατος.

Carpe nycto indicta neo deus ex machina.

Is it possible you'll leave this Custom Info Box knowing more than the sum of your doubts? Or did we find a surity somewhere? ... And how is it that you've come to conduct yourself in this our mutual 'verse?