In an instant, the eye cracks open.
The veil draws back.
Once again, he spectates a beautifully endless concert. The woven sinews of reality fall into place and disarray. An intricately crafted melody introduces itself as rivers leading to seas of Knowledge. Of Truth. The pupil is ever present; watchful, but inviting, guiding him through this known unfamiliarity. Bound by no rules, free to be lavished in understanding, he carries no guilt. Spiralling fingers, tantalising blackness, countless pinpricks of light. All accepted. All before him. Comforting, even.
It shatters.
White walls take the place of vast terror and infinite peace.
