He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. He just watches. From the black between worlds, a shadow forms and stays. Its face never fully appears, only two green eyes cutting through the glitch, patient and unblinking. Every flicker is another reality trying to look back at you. This is the second piece in the Multiverse of Madness collection. Where the first skull screamed, this one listens. And what it hears, it remembers. Some doors should stay closed. Some watchers never leave.