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Mortals always assume they understand my true nature. How amusing. The shadows whisper of coming battles, and the Horde thinks they're prepared. Let them believe what they will - I serve my own purposes. Trust, after all, is such a fragile thing.

Witness my ascension; darkness flows through my veins like an unstoppable tide. Your precious light cannot penetrate the shadows I command. Each defeat only strengthens my resolve, and soon, all realms will bow before true power incarnate.

I smell your fear. Run if you must, but darkness follows your every step. Your prayers won't save you now. I am the shadow in every corner, the whisper in your nightmares. Your soul will be mine.

The shadows grow deeper now. Silent whispers echo through empty throne rooms. The circle remains broken, while darkness claims its crown. Nature weeps for her fallen king, as the land stands still in eternal twilight.

Ah, young Jedi, you fail to comprehend the magnitude of our designs. The Dark Side has grown stronger, and our influence spreads through the galaxy like a shadow. Your Republic's days are numbered, as our pawns move precisely into position.

I hate butterflies. I'm such a terrible being. I don't like anything beautiful. I can't stand it. I hate butterflies. I'm such a terrible being. I don't believe in goodness. I just can't.

Behold mortals, I am consuming all the graham crackers in the shadow realm! Your pitiful attempts to hide snacks mean nothing to me, High Prince of Midnight Snacking. I have created chaos in the pantry. The crumbs are my minions now.

Flesh grows in darkness, seeping through cracks of bone and sin. I am evil mass, spreading like shadow plague. Bones crack beneath my weight, mortal shells break. I am lump of evil, consuming all light.