A Decent Land: The Eye’s Mantra
An introductory pamphlet from the Lords of the Eye, addressed to the youth.
We see The Eye in our dreams, before its existence is even revealed to us. And so, we rest assured — in faith — by our own experience. Its pupil crimson, like our royal family’s castle (no coincidence), The Eye is ever locked in observation. Beneath it — twelve times a day — monks and Lords of the oculus do gather, on their knees, to hear the prophecy.
A Decent Land will be our home. Home will be A Decent Land.
The Eye — our Eye — is one of three, brought with the fleet when The Cataclysm came. Its brother, a whitened chrome monstrosity, sailed to myths of a trio of suns, guided on the bloated backs of arks devoted to Trinarism. The final Eye, Blind, was destroyed by a solar flare; although it rarely spake, or helped us on our journey.
Trinarism postulates the only viable system to support us would be furnished with a triplet in the firmament. Highly cynical, Blind instead suggested suicide (as a logical conclusion to our vagrancy). The Eye — who, at the time, was known as Right Side — is not so rigid in its thinking; so, we followed it.
No one paid heed to the useless cries of Blind, and Left Side lost its credibility and stature. We were growing impatient as we…
