Kyrian remained motionless for several seconds before the gigantic eye.
The enormous golden iris occupied nearly his entire field of vision, a landscape of light and motion stretching as far as his eyes could see.
Seen up close, it seemed even more impossible than it had from a distance, an immense expanse of colors and patterns that defied all human comprehension.
It was not merely an eye. It was like a living ocean, formed from countless layers of golden light that slowly revolved, moving in mesmerizing spirals that seemed to contain the secrets of forgotten ages.
And within all that beauty, within all that immensity, there was a sorrow beyond description. A pain so profound that Kyrian could feel it without even touching it, an anguish that seemed to emanate from the very essence of that creature.
