Note Found in Basement

This journal page is crumpled and half torn. There are strange copper/black stains splotching it, like mold. It is written in the same language as the note found above.
Time to leave--escape. Success ascends, but with it comes (eyes? blame? danger?). Acceptable. With the empty minds of the (flesh machine symbol again) a limit has been reached in the settlement--derision. Better to continue use of (difficult to decypher. Shells? Husks? Dirt?) for the (best guess here is "Chimera").
I will need the (Chimeras) soon--urgency. Safeguard has learned more than I would want, and its (Mind fungus? Sleep mold?) grows agitated. This will be the last trip past them I will make.
It's of no matter. I've already found it. The (Shard? Gate? Universe?) is the key. It isn’t aware; it just is, forever seeking to fulfill a (Purpose? Existance?). It lacks oversight or understanding of the world. It’s the true source of all the (void visions), and the physical manifestation of the (magic toys). Something monumental is coming, and everything happening right now is (runoff? dross? excretions?).
The (magic friends-not-friends) missed this--derision. They dismissed the (Followers of the Void God) knowledge as (children's tales). If they lack the foresight to uncover the (toys), I will--confidence. Two (friends-not-friends) have spurned me and (flushed/forgotten) my name and worth--indignance. I will show them all. The fools worship some (degenerated being?) with burning tears. With the (Shard? Gate? Universe?) under my control, they will worship me instead--triumph.