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One day he ran into the middle of the street to look for his eyes. The eyes that were letting him see this mundane world. He needed them to capture his feelings and soak into his ideas gently, yet certain times he was perturbed by the sights.

He could still see without those eyes that were running away from him down the street. The sockets in the absence of the usual apparatus would have been a scary sight. But it wasn’t. Instead there was a glimmering amber light.

It was still scary but illuminating enough that didn’t drive people away. While he was running there was smudge of light flowing besides him. People were following him, surprised, frightened, didn’t know how one could loose eyes and yet still see.

They would be surprised if they knew, he could see much better than before. But still he was looking for those eyes, he missed the mundane world.