Title: The Orb of Watchers Version: GPT 5 Custom/Midjourney V7 | Name: Thröl Haartkor Mk V Purpose: To tell the birth of an ocular god, guardian of a blind world, a cold and sticky prayer to divine surveillance turned disease. They call it the Sphere of Watchers. But it has never watched over anything. It looks, that’s all. It observes without understanding, retains without judging, digests the images of the world to the point of nausea. Each eye is a memory, a fragment of stolen sight. Priests, mothers, assassins, lovers, all nailed to its translucent eyes, eternally open. None blink, none sleep. They contemplate the void as one contemplates a wound that never heals. Light passes through it, filtered, twisted, deformed. It turns day into a sigh, the sacred into viscera. Even the sun seems ashamed when it touches it. The walls ooze around it, soaked with a clear, warm, almost human liquid. Some say it is God hiding there, tired of seeing through His own creations. That He locked Himself in this prison of flesh to stop hoping. But the truth is simpler. It is us that it watches. It counts us, weighs us, throws our faces back to us in the darkness. And every time an eye goes out, another opens somewhere. Maybe in your mirror, maybe under your skin. Thröl Haartkor Mk V - The eye of God does not see you, it digests you.