At that time there was only one little fly. There is only one little fly at the moment. There is more than enough silence, not enough noise. The dark aura rising from under the wings seemed like a harmless joke.
When the small gray dot with black smoke staggered over the withered white bone railing, everyone's eyes turned towards it. A fierce look in his eyes.
The rickety creatures floating in the various plots felt the movement of the mountain of flesh and blood below, pulled the map sideways and rolled it up, sneakily crawled over from the side of the floor, and handed it to Icha's hand. No eyes were on them.
Purple eyes. Yellow eyes. green eyes. black eyes. White eyes. Injuries to eyes. radiating eyes. Eye popping. 9834 Order eyes. Colorful eyes. Purple eyes. The sight is superimposed on one point, trying to pierce the shaky little gray dot.
And then just like that would happen. The little gray dots are not punctured, or overpowered. The eyes were wide open, but they soon discovered that there were things in the field of vision that were not there before - small fuzzy patches that moved intermittently. The more we gather, the more we gather.
They were still wide open. But the message became one of horror. Fuzzy little patches rose into the sky. The eyes were surprised to find that they were also flying.
Eyes look downward. He looked behind him again. Look at the top of yourself again. The blurry patch is the little fly. A little gray. It landed on their pupils, crawled to the back, and then climbed to the top. It had to be turned up hard to see. The same little fly. Each eye found the same little fly on top of itself.
They looked left and right, first confirming the event, then expressing confusion at the repetition.
what happened. Their eyes said. Some eyes looked downward, trying to return to the gravity environment they had adapted to. Some eyes looked towards the devil behind the railing on the second floor.
The demon had a pair of blue flame eyes and was looking at them.
Sight traitor. Eyes stared at those eyes. When they saw those eyes, they stared at them. When all eyes are looking in the same direction, all eyes should be looking in the same direction. There is no doubt about it. But the blue flame is always looking elsewhere. Different direction. The eyes see very clearly.
It's not so clear now. They are pulled higher by the little flies behind them.
The eyes looked down, and the ground became blurry. They may have risen too high. They look left and right. Blocks of various colors simply disappeared. Invisible. Or something. They didn't notice.
Look at those blue flame eyes again. Traitor in the collective spotlight. They don't know when they became a collective. Those who are not in their group will be stared at by them. They stared. The blue flame eyes also blurred, turning into two shaking bright spots. The eyes watched with satisfaction as they suffered the penalty of being out of focus.
The blue flame eyes also suffered the penalty of invisibility. The focus shifts again. One purple eye has an upward lid. A new vision option is provided for everyone - that little fly also has eyes - it is too small and moves too fast to see clearly, but maybe there is. Now it's the closest. Right under their eyelids.
There seemed to be a good opportunity in front of me. The eyes that identify it are also traitors to the collective gaze.
Eyes rolled upward. Look at the little fly carrying them. What they see is the same little fly. Of the furry feet, two pairs were very large - because they were stepping on their pupils, the two smaller ones were rubbing together rapidly. The little fly held his head high. Can't see its eyes.
Eyes looked eagerly at its jaws. Look forward to. The little fly finally lowered his head. It seemed to be conveying something to the demon—something invisible, anyway. Sound is invisible – some of its effects are visible.
No visible effects occur. The eyes looked eagerly at the little fly's eyes.
They don't see eyes. Not even the textured tendons that can be seen at the bottom of the eye sockets if you turn to the back.
Total darkness. They shifted their focus to look at the devil behind the railing. The demon is also invisible. They are invisible. Traitors in the collective gaze suffer an invisible penalty.
Then the railing became invisible. The focus of his eyes fell on the empty space - this was not allowed in theory. They move it quickly.
The little fly didn't know when it became completely invisible. Including feet standing on their pupils and feet rubbing around. They are all invisible. The hunched workers made of bones also became invisible. The plots of land floating in the air and being moved around have long since become invisible.
Those things suffered an invisible penalty. The eyes see it this way. But the focus still needs a place to rest. They keep moving it. Find the focal point. Viewed this way, the walls are also invisible, and the ceiling has always been invisible - including what's behind it. That's how they come. Not worthy of undue attention.
They look down. There are always alternatives. There is always focus. There can be nothing in sight. They have to find something to look at. The broken cabinets that supported them just now, piles of miscellaneous papers, piles of dried bones and dried flowers, a series of ordinary objects that did not attract attention were always there. No one would visit those ordinary things under normal circumstances. The eyes have always ignored them.
It's just useful now.
The focus moves to them. They are also invisible.
The eyes blinked, confused. Why do invisible punishments fall on them? There couldn't be anything in sight, unless they were blind - a possibility that made their pupils constrict.
But look. There is also the final focus.
They slowly turn - from going in one direction to a different direction. Look at each other.
They know what each other is like. Purple eyes. Yellow eyes. green eyes. black eyes. White eyes. Injuries to eyes. radiating eyes. Eye popping. 9834 Order eyes. Colorful eyes. Purple eyes.
They are all invisible.
There was nothing in sight.
…
The little fly buzzed back. Landing on the clean shaven railing.
"No other eyes are looking at Om," it said happily. "It's just my eyes now. My eyes. Just you and me. My darling."
"You and us," it buzzed.
There are many little flies now. Many little flies were buzzing and flapping their wings in every thin spot of air. They all have a pair of shining eyes. Purple, yellow, green, black, white, scar color...
Every eye is on the Demon Duke. Their focus is on him. It's like he is the best focus.
"What are we going to do now, my dear?" The little flies with red eyes bypassed the blue flame eyes and landed on their master's ears.
Icha raised an eyebrow.
