When the last prayer faded into smoke and the cities surrendered to fire, one eye remained open. It did not judge. It did not rescue. It simply witnessed. Suspended between heaven and ruin, its endless gaze became the final archive of a world collapsing beneath the weight of its own creation. Every ember, every forgotten name, every silent farewell was reflected within its unblinking light. Some believe it is the eye of a forgotten god. Others believe it is our own conscience, too late to look away. Perhaps the greatest punishment was never destruction itself, but knowing that nothing was ever unseen