The Eye

All throughout the cafe,

They sit and they study,

They chat and they listen,

They relax and they laugh.

The people, unaware of the great eye looming over them,

They pretend to live.

The great unintelligibly designed cosmic entity whom humans have dubbed many things,

Watches intently these humans in their sacred space, yet it does not care.

It is watching everything across the world with the same level of intrigue simultaneously.

This café with its books, roasting beans and acutely strong smells,

means nothing to the entity, yet it takes an interest.

Just as it takes an interest in every place, despite not having a single use for any of them.

As it feels towards places, it feels towards people.

Simply taking an interest, for no other reason than mere curiosity.

The people eating their pastries and drinking their roast, do not know,

or care to acknowledge,

that the being secretly watching them could at any moment stamp out their entire existence,

without so much as moving.

This is how the humans have lived for countless centuries, unaware, blinded.

Then it spoke.