The eye of the sun.
I soar dead centre in the epileptic space of nothingness. My roaming eyes all seeing and all knowing watching other planes of existence. My light transmitting waves in patterns only I can interpret. Surrounded by the Moons who dare not shine fully in my innermost sphere of existence. Who am I you ask?
I am the sun. 🌞
RE: Fractal Writing Contest #4, and winners of the previous one.