Nightmare Lord

Repulsive! This planet disgusts me! Inferior phantoms created by Elation wander the land, while mortals are soaked in white noise, consuming credits like swine. Beauty is a virtue of self-awareness and discipline, not this wretched, posturing ugliness. How could those fools who struck me from the Mirror Holders ever understand my rage of disappointment?
Look at yourself in the mirror! Look at the twisted self you ignore and flee from. Behind that radiant smile lies a reality of unbearable suffering. Decaying streets, bitter and wailing monsters, and fragments of the divine reflecting a transcendent city: the deepest fears of every soul are laid bare. Now, I shall unleash the nightmares within the mirror upon reality. To force the world to face its own ugliness, I will gladly shoulder the infamy!