Up above the world, so very high among everything. Beyond the moon, the sun, the stars…
Sat a child, holding a golden ball and watching everything.
He sees all. He knows all. He felt like he was watching a play, only that the scale of the play's stage was so vast and wider than anything else. He remembered the famous words of a certain mortal Bard.
'All the world's a stage, and all the men and women are merely actors.'
The child remembered the time he played with small miniatures of men and women. He made them fight, he made them love, he made them laugh and he made them cry. That time felt so long ago.
As the holder of the Eye, he realized how….. Tiresome it felt.
Knowing everything and everyone all at once. A play within a play within a play...
Up above everything. It was lonely.
