Change is equal parts creation and destruction...

Phase Shift is capriciously random in her timing; both insidiously glacial, and diabolically blink-and-you-missed it immediate. Dux of her Graduate Diploma of "Come on, keep up, I thought you were smart" class, from the University of "Some genius you are, dickhead". 

The failure, as always, is mine. 

I was a [size undefined] Fish in a pond comprised of One (in that sample set, the size of said Fish is immaterial). The competition doesn't even warrant description; consider the competitive superiority of an obligate carnivore in the company of bottom-feeders. The tide came in, and in turn swept me out of the temperate pool into the deep blue where currents run cold, the depths unfathomed, and unknown terrors dwell. I, having vanquished and forsaken fear in my past life, bared my teeth, and surged rampant, battle-scarred lips screaming a war-song of: 

They named me Agent of Chaos. 

They named me The Perfect Storm. 

They named me Agent of Change. 

And so, having been given agency, I laid waste so I could then create. 

And in the same way the observer affects that which he observes, the change I wrought did change me as well. 

Note to self:

I am not immune to Newton's Third Law. 
I am not immune to Newton's Third Law. 

I am not immune to Newton's Third Law. 

In the meantime it must be remembered that I am a being who is incapable of doing only one thing at a time; there is no problem worth my attention so simple that it can be solved through a single vector, so whenever such a thing presents itself I will automatically find ways to make it suitably complex.
The problem my self presents is no different. 
So of course I've been playing my self against myself, and threw another variable into the mix. 

Only I would imagine I could maintain a zero entropy state whilst introducing a Perfect Detonator into the equation. 

Repeat after me: 

I am not immune to Newton's Third Law.

I am not immune to Newton's Third Law. 

I am not immune to Newton's Third Law. 

I brought destruction, and so I was destroyed myself. 

I wrought change, and so my self was changed. 

I was the Perfect Storm I could not withstand. 

But that Perfect Detonator who blew my shit to pieces will remain Nameless. 
Because she is staring back from the other side of a darkened mirror. 
And if the reduction of that equation results in zero, then we are Nothing.