"And when you look into the abyss, the abyss looks back at you."

-Frederick Nietzsche

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It's been a while since I first started staring at this orb.

This dark, swirling orb.

I can see what is within it, the power that hides within it.

I can see Sauron himself, his dark eye staring at me.

And yet, at the same time, I see, not just that eye staring at me, but also myself, staring at this eye.

I can feel it, I'm staring at more than just the ey of Sauron, the eye of this dar lord.

I am staring at..... something else.

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My name is Curunir, but, in the Common Tongue, I am known as Saruman.

For years have I progressed along the Path of the Wizard. I have attained a level higher than any other mage within my Order. Whit is my colour. Or rather, was.

For I made the mistake, in studying the practices, of the Necromancer.

Or was it a mistake ?

It did originally make me gain interest in the ring. That is undeniable. For a while, a long while, I desired the Ring, solely for myself.

But, I had seen the darker path. And now, I have felt that I have moved beyond that path.

I do not need this Ring.

I do not need it.

White ? Bah ! It's useless, insignificant.

There is no point in sticking to one colour; I hardly see the purity in white...

No.

I want all colours of the rainbow !

Yes indeed ! To depart from that Path, to depart from plain purity, to venture forth, beyond.

I have little need for that fellow Sauron. His power may be beyond mine, but, I have little use for him.

I do not need his Ring either.

No.

I have myself, and myself alone. That is all that matters.

No longer shall I follow the colour of pure white, or black.....

For I have gone beyond such ideas.

I shall rise further. And further indeed !

The morning time awaits. And I can hear his call.

My time will come.

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I am Saruman.

Hear me speak.

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