As your eyes multiplied, your gaze deepened. Each one opened for a different you, a different possibility. But in none of them were you fully there. And yet, within the sum of all those possibilities, something remained — an echo left by a glance, a warmth untouched even by a thousand eyes. The horns, scorched by their presence, were shaped by what you’ve lived through. This body is now a form of remembering; a vision born from what never was.