*Tom's POV*
Were they deaf to Anna's magnificence? Was it the music that turned this people into phychos? While I continued to try and rationalize this situation and hid my eyes from the scenes of carnage,that whisper of a voice returned to me saying,'Open your eyes Tom. Please,you were meant to witness this.' I didn't want to listen to this disembodied voice but pure morbid fascination forced me to turned and 'witness' what the voice wanted me to see. Strange geometric shapes flashed like a strobe of light and tattooed my retina with an afterthought of the shades. I had no idea what these shades were but I knew they were wrong somehow. The shades alone made me sick. On some instinctive primal level,I knew I should not see this shades,like how animals are naturally fearful of fire. For some reason I knew they were older than time itself and contained power that could never be explained with human vocabulary.
