The Silence of Celestial Beings
Prison of Perception
The walls of the skull have been replaced by a gallery of judges. Layers of eyes stack high to ensure no secret survives. The gaze is not directed at the world but at the soul within. Every instinct is dissected. The red tears flow from the strain of being watched so closely. There is no place to hide when the observer is living inside the skin. The prisoner and the guard are the same person.