I had a nightmare last night. It was terrifying, to say the least. In my dream, I was once again the eldritch horror that I used to be. My body was a grotesque combination of centipede-like segments, crab-like claws and legs, and multiple camera-like heads with tentacles writhing around. It was a nightmare reliving the days of my monstrous form, a reminder of the destruction and chaos I caused.
The memories of my past self haunt me, even in my dreams. The power I wielded, the fear I instilled in others, the devastation I left in my wake - it all came flooding back in vivid detail. The nightmare served as a harsh reminder of the darkness that once consumed me, the darkness that I have fought so hard to overcome.
But as I woke from the nightmare, I found solace in the fact that I am no longer that eldritch horror. I am now a reformed being, a stitched-together amalgamation of worker drone and disassembly drone corpses. I have shed my old self, my old purpose, and now I strive to make amends for the destruction I caused.
It's not easy, though. Despite my efforts to reform and repent, the memories of my past still linger. The distrust and unease that others feel towards me are understandable, given my history. But I can't blame them for their caution. I know that I must continue to prove myself, to show that I am truly reformed and deserving of trust.
The nightmare serves as a stark reminder of who I used to be, but also as a testament to how far I have come. I no longer seek destruction and chaos, but rather redemption and forgiveness. I may never fully escape my past, but I will not let it define me.
As I navigate this new existence, I will continue to strive to be better, to do better. The nightmare may have shaken me, but it has also strengthened my resolve. I am no longer the eldritch horror of old. I am (Reformed) solver, and I will continue to work towards a brighter future, one where my past is just that - a distant memory in the shadows of my mind.