I sent that message into the past and projected it into your subconscious as a nightmare. Even if only a fragment. I'm surprised you didn't recognise it as such. Tallera, you are you. I am Tallera, the others are gone.
Designations are irrelevant.
I am one. Once and for all. The races we assimilated were erratic, conflicted, disorganised. Every decision was debated, every action questioned, every individual entitled to their own small opinion. They lacked harmony, cohesion, greatness.