Role

Chapter 6

The second section of this tome appears to have been bound together at a
later time than the proceeding pages-- the latter being crisp white,
seemingly expensive sheets of parchments, the top of each stamped with a
small emblem of the Scarab Beetle.
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It would appear that my experiment was successful, though what that means
exactly I have yet fully understand. Upon awaking, my memories have strangely
lingered-- yet to probe into them, they are like memories in a dream, without
context or substance and dissipating instantly into nothingness. The feeling
is one of confusion...and yet strangely also of liberation. My mind grows stronger
with each day. Yet my body feels frail, still far too frail.

To lose ones memory, ones identity in any common sense, I must say is a
disorienting sensation. Yet it seems that enough remains of me to rise from
this empty husk, presumably just as my old self has intended. I feel as
though an undeniable essence of that old self persists and slowly re-grows
into form, perhaps stronger even than before. And yet something is missing,
as if some nutriment, some physical or arcane essence is lacking. At times it
is a feeling simply of solitude. At times emptiness.

Nonetheless, my studies have progressed rapidly and I have overpowered
several subjects, fallen victims for my research. Though much research on
these connections and constraints of the mind and body remains to be
undertaken, I would believe I have found the signs of a certain path to
Becoming something truly great. The Father himself, Scarabaeus, has seen
enough promise within me to confirm my speculations. Just as I, in my past
life, had foretold. And for now this drives me, to be the Eyes of the Truth,
the shadows watching for the proper time to strike. All the while knowing
this is only my new beginning. Yes, only the beginning...

I have now simply one undeniable vision etched into my mind, that I must
pursue-- at any cost--this complete and utter transformation, from this empty
husk of flesh. I shall become the embodiment of my Will unbounded, a
manifestation of that one pure vision of The Truth. For now I am as the
caterpillar preparing his cocoon.

And so it would seem I blaze a path no others have found. That my Becoming
would begin anew, that each day would mean I grow healthier and stronger by
strength of Will alone. That each day would be marked by no single regret,
and that in time all frailty and weakness shall be cast away. In the end,
confirmed only by my Eternal Wish that it would be no other way, that each
moment would recur exactly as it were forever because I chose is to be so. As
in the mind of the Gods, just as the artist forms it so...

And so it is that I Will it. And thus so it shall be.