It watches from above, immense and merciless. An eye older than memory, suspended in silence, measuring existence itself. There is no escape, no corner unseen, no thought unrecorded. The human figure below is not judged, it is registered.
You were seen before you arrived.
You were measured before you moved.
You were already insignificant.
Under the unyielding gaze, time fractures, identity erodes, and fear becomes a constant state. Observation is not an act here. It is a sentence.