Eyes that pierce the realms, lenses of mysticism engrained in his mortal form.
What beats in his chest ripples through ether, time and space.
Fantasy is not in his vocabulary.
Dream gates and hell scapes.
Asunder and the absolution of metaphysical putty, taking form indescribable, the beings existing as scapes hugging him in their spherical defense.
The eye of Providence, watching in a scowl while the eye of Horus leers in protection of the young man whose lifetimes transcend the race of man.
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