The eye has watched The Sun since it first peered through the waves.
At first there was nothing. Then there was a furious brightness, then a symphonic blur, and finally without warning; clarity.
But after all this time in the depths there was yet something more above the surface. The eye rose past the veil and discoved the Moon at night and the stars above. It was then that the eye knew what it needed to become. It needed to become more.
The eye has watched The Sun since it first peered through the waves.
At first there was nothing. Then there was a furious brightness, then a symphonic blur, and finally without warning; clarity.
But after all this time in the depths there was yet something more above the surface. The eye rose past the veil and discoved the Moon at night and the stars above. It was then that the eye knew what it needed to become. It needed to become more.