The horizon has been split. Its new limbs beckon, and I turn away, for in this severance, the Eye has opened. "Enough!" I shout faintly, in vain, into void.
It blinks. She, not the Eye, the I and ego sheds a tear of plague. The performance has ended. The curtains close. No blood has been spilled, yet scleras darken as the light evaporates. God forgive me, I couldn't be a hero. There is no enemy. There is no exit.











