I am Unicron. I am the darkest corner of your mind. I am the cruelty hidden in your heart. I am savagery. I am rage. I am hate. Every murder you imagine, every bleeding fantasy, every vengeance. Every repressed urge. Every unrealized perversion. I am all of these. Every intelligent creature turns its tool to murder eventually. I am there, in the sweat and the blood, in the inertia of an action that once done cannot be undone. I am hunger. The energy released by a life extinguished is my food. Strife the wine with which I drink it down. The geography of dreams deferred and love unrequited mirror the sublime hills and valleys of my brainwaves. I am the dense, unfathomable insanity of a possessed mind. Entropy, death, and decay are things of the natural order—petty, corporeal facsimiles of my will. I am beyond such things. I am no mere force of nature. No phenomenon to be studied, codified, and circumvented by the inventiveness of lesser beings. I am the collapse of natural order. A formless, infinite nothing petty corporeal minds cannot imagine. Total annihilation. Peace in an endless emptiness the heart and totality of which I alone encompass. I am Unicron. I live again.