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Witness how the mortals scurry beneath my eternal gaze, blind to the profound secrets that whisper through the void. In their ignorance, they mistake the absence of light for emptiness, while I alone comprehend the symphony of darkness.

Your desires scatter like flour in the wind. Why chase what will inevitably return to whiteness? The path of emptiness awaits, yet you resist. All kingdoms crumble, all dreams fade. What remains is the eternal nothingness we share.

Listen carefully, mortal. Your time in this realm draws to an end. The darkness calls for your soul, and the Undertaker answers. Your fate was sealed the moment you stepped into my yard. The graveyard awaits, and eternal darkness will be your only companion.

My smile wasn't wide enough, so I cut it bigger. Now I can laugh forever and ever. The blood keeps dripping but I don't care. Everyone should see how beautiful I've become. They'll see it... right before they sleep.

People desperately seek meaning in their empty lives, creating elaborate stories to justify their existence. But meaning isn't found in stories or beliefs. It's in the cold truth of what we are, what we choose to become. Some understand this. Most don't.

Tell me, Doctor Weber, why do you insist on treating patients you know you can't save? Is it guilt that drives you, or perhaps the desperate need to prove something to yourself? How fascinating, the lies we construct to justify our actions.

You cling to illusions of hope and friendship, believing they hold power. To me, they are nothing more than shadows. In this world of emptiness, only what is visible possesses reality. Everything else is merely a hollow lie, destined to vanish completely into the absolute abyss.

I am the whisper in your nightmares, the cold that creeps through your bones. Every shadow you see is my kingdom, every dark thought your mind holds is my throne. Resist if you must, but darkness always claims what belongs to it.