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I. Eighth eye

Darkness…..emptiness…..loneliness, no feelings, no words, nothing here, gloominess pervades the place…it stayed like that for fifteen seconds until strange vivid visions started to appear, perhaps memories, or maybe just random delusions, not even the one who sees them knows.

Everything was in black and white, it's hard to know what exactly is happening.

The first clip was a centaur with pointy ears, sharp arms like blades and horns similar spikes, and intense glare within it's deadly eyes that had no pupils in them, and even without a mouth on it's face you can tell the amount of anger and hunger it held.

On it's chest, it had a huge singular eye with an abnormal pupil with a horizontal line cutting the center.

The veins around the singular eye were clearly visible and so on the centaur body.

It upper body's stomach , can't even be called a stomach , it had a huge mouth with sharp teeth, seemingly able to shatter metal to small pieces.

Frightening is the only word that came to the mind of whoever sees it.

The creature was walking slowly on an empty field of grass, in a place that looks like a farm near a forest.

The creature turned it's head slightly and it's eyes grow wider staring directly at whoever was looking at it.

The second clip was an injured devil with blank expression on his face, he seemed dead inside.

The devil had three eyes, two were empty and one was vertical staring at the void.

It had a head coming out of it's left chest and an eye coming from it right shoulder.

His body was melting, like someone who got hit by a nuke.

He was fighting another devil with long silver hair, it was an intense fight, a destructive one, but like an ancient creature the injured devil did not flinch at all.

The third clip was an unknown person, a light skin gentle man with a fancy black suit, crimson tie and shiny silver watch on his right arm, he had a straight short blonde hair, broken black glasses and a weird rectangular device with a screen in it, the screen had a purple flower as a wallpaper.

The man put the rectangular device on the table and then his glasses on the device, the time on the device was 5:15 a.m. and the battery was 55%.

The man left the room.

The fourth clip was a dusty wooden table that had a lot of books with strange symbols and a lot of numbers on them.

The table also had a notebook with a lot of unusual symbols on it.

The pen that was used had a smiley devil head accessory attached to it.

Above the books on the right of table there was a pod of dead purple flowers.

A black fedora was hanged on the wall in front of the table.

The place was calm, left alone for a long time, the flowers died and shattered in the air, the papers became worn out and fragile.

As those bizarre delusions went in and out before the mind of whom seeing them there was a set of fifteen eyes staring directly at the eyes of a young girl.

Note: illustrations for the novel are in my instagram [D.A.L.15.5]

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