If you think you are alone in the dark, you are wrong. It's in the dark that I'm with you. It's in the dark that I control you. It's in the dark that I will grab hold of all the once intangible fears inside you and twist them into blades to pierce your heart. It's in the dark that I will reach into your memories of love and hatred.
Then I will pervert those, so that you will relive—more vividly than you have ever relived anything—the wrong memory, and I will make the performance so convincing that you will believe my false memory is the only true memory there is in your mind. After all, my lies have some sort of truth to them, don't they? And all my illusions seem real, don't they? And your fears wouldn't seem so real, would they, if they didn't have some basis in reality?
I'm the Chamber, and my lies contain a different sort of truth—the truth about you that is all there is. In that way, my darkness gives a painful light that illuminates the most hidden recesses of your soul, the parts of you that you wish would remain concealed in the darkness inside you until the crack of doom shatters our world.
You step inside me, into the darkness, willingly. You think that you are alone, but you discover that I'm there with you in the dark, and I've always been with you. In the dark, with me and the black memories I create for you, you finally see the light and the truth about yourself, because, in the end, I don't lie like any mortal would. I tell the truth, even though I know it will break you. I want you to see the truth about yourself, and hate yourself. I want you, in the dark, to finally find the light, and know that, however much you might want to be alone to cry out, you will never be alone, and somebody will always be there to hear the horrible sound of your failure and despair.
