Gaze

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We were once the same thing. It was torn apart, and the fragments fell into the human world, becoming us.

Time wore away our memories. We forgot each other, leaving only an emptiness in our chests.

Until this night, when the moon that should have hung in the sky was replaced by an eye.

It is watching us.

The news spread like a plague: in the subway, on street corners, in supermarkets... every person whispered the same sentence: "It is watching us."

So the world began to shatter. Fingers peeled away, revealing silk threads; the threads stretched into the air, like tentacles returning to a nest.

That night, everyone walked barefoot toward that place. They collided, melted, and fused there-hundreds of thousands of people kneaded into a single lump of flesh.

That eye hung above, gazing tenderly at this new body.

I was mixed among countless faces, hearing all hearbeats merge into one rhythm. At last I understood: what does it matter if time erodes our souls? We were always one. And now, it has returned.

It is watching us.

As long as I can be watched by it, I feel infinite happiness.

For this happiness, I willingly let my bones melt, willingly let my flesh grow into any shape.

- So long as it watches me forever, and never closes its eyes