As Elias looked up, he saw the shadow of the Eye passing over the skylight. For a moment, the room was bathed in an eerie, synthetic blue. He felt a sudden, crushing weight—the realization that his privacy was an illusion he had carefully curated for an audience of one.
In a city where the sky was never truly dark, the Great Eye pulsed with a soft, neon rhythm. It was a massive, floating lens that drifted above the spires, an omnipresent watcher that saw every handshake, every secret, and every fleeting glance. The Alan Parsons Project- Eye in the Sky
In the silence of his own mind, he finally found the blind spot. The Eye continued to drift, searching for a signal that Elias had finally decided to stop sending. As Elias looked up, he saw the shadow
"I’m leaving," Elias said, standing up so abruptly his chair scraped the floor. In a city where the sky was never