I am

The lonely mind, a welcomed respite, harbours only what I could imagine to be more darkness. Can a mortal man survive such a thing? I don't know if I'm a mad man, I don't know what it is I'm after and nothing seems to be what it is.

The hunger of my darkness grows only stronger, hiding the light I once could see. My purpose was only a metaphysical delusion, I am the material condition of history. I was faulted in potential for pursuing such ideas. I will realise my potential!

The last of my victims have been completely used, attributing to me new senses and reactions to help become the prefect... Monster? Or a better unprecedented being perhaps.

Now, the mentor. A rivalry must be forged, resulting in negation and survival of the best tuned. It was only a matter of time my dear friend.