People.

The human eye is a perfect system.

It captures light allowing perception to construe its surroundings. The iris trembles at the sight of gazes blinded by overwhelming darkness, at the touch of hands that were once curious and lips rippled by a reluctant grin. You become whoever you want to be. One, no one, one hundred thousand. Souls in front of a lens that hungrily devours faces without ever tiring. Everyone sees whatever they want to see, whatever they are able to bear. However, there might be something else other than darkness in this reality that wears gloom like a dress. Perhaps someone still dares challenging the sunlight, exposing and rendering themselves vulnerable to it.