The Burden of Sight

The world is normal, mundane. You wake up from a horrifying nightmare, the images of being chained and attacked still vivid. Your eyes, unnervingly, are purple. You try to hide it, dismissing it as contacts, even to your best friend Veronica.

But the feeling of overwhelming pity, a strange new empathy for the people around you, begins to surface. It's tied to your eyes, to something unnatural happening within you. Then, the cloaked figure appears, a silent, terrifying presence only you can see, watching from the periphery.

The line between reality and nightmare blurs as visions flash before your eyes – not your own memories, but glimpses of others' lives, their sins, their pain. The figure follows, its presence a constant, chilling reminder that you are not alone in this terrifying experience.

Your attempts at normalcy crumble. The glowing eyes, the hallucinations, the visions, and the feeling of being hunted become undeniable, forcing you to confront the terrifying truth: your life, and perhaps the world itself, is far stranger and more dangerous than you ever imagined.