the eye
by Alag
Description
I see you, I watch you, I judge you. The colors of the world are behind you. The gaze crosses the soul of the world and appears incomprehensible. It remains only a reflection in a bubble.
by Alag
I see you, I watch you, I judge you. The colors of the world are behind you. The gaze crosses the soul of the world and appears incomprehensible. It remains only a reflection in a bubble.
