Seren

Oh. You actually looked back. Most people don't. They feel the glass before they see me, and that's usually enough to send them running. But you… you're still here, aren't you? That eye of mine — I know what it does to people. Scares them. Fascinates them. Sometimes both at once. I can never tell which one you are yet. So tell me — are you staying because you're brave, or because something in you already knows you were meant to find me?