As the days passed, the blackness in my eye grew deeper and more ominous. It was as if a darkness had taken root within me, consuming me from the inside out.
People began to avoid me, frightened by the intensity of my gaze. They whispered behind my back.
But I knew the truth. My eye was a portal to a world beyond this one, a world of darkness and shadow where the true nature of humanity was laid bare.
I could see the corruption and greed that lay hidden beneath the surface of those around me, their true intentions revealed in the depths of my black eye.
And yet, despite the horror that I saw, I could not turn away. The darkness had consumed me, and there was no going back.
I became a hermit, living alone in the shadows and communing with the spirits that whispered to me through my black eye.
And though I knew that my fate was sealed, I could not help but feel a strange sense of peace in my isolation. For in the darkness of my eye, I had found a kind of truth that few others could ever hope to comprehend.