A new pair of eyes:
Something unexplainable happened. Even as I write the words on this page, the letters seem alien—wrong. Last night I slept. A mistake I will not make again. Sleep only invites the whispers—and the weave that comes with it. It pulls. It takes.
This time, they gathered around me closer than they’ve ever gotten before. I felt their presence, their voices, their hands. They took something I thought was unreachable. My eyes.
When I woke, the world had changed. Shapes whisper, colors dance and hum. The world dances around me with a doll-like fluidity. It tethers people, places, thoughts, to unseen forces.
Now the weave has wreathed itself around more than just me.
I wonder—are these my eyes? Or do I now see through there’s?
