"What is that? An eye?"
Mo Ling saw the edge of that "searchlight."
No, that wasn't a searchlight, nor was it an eye.
It was a—lens.
A massive, circular convex lens, like a profound eye, quietly watched the earth. Mottled light and shadows were reflected in its deep surface.
The rust drifting through the air, the decapitated Antlered Apes, the corroded weapons, the cornered transport team, the brilliant starlight...
These blurry shadows flickered within the lens. It seemed to be watching everything, yet it also felt as if everything was born from it.
VMMMMM!
The sound that enveloped the circular area was actually coming from it—or rather, from the giant wheel behind the lens.
The wheel spun continuously. As it turned, everything on the lens shifted and changed, as if all of history was rotating along with it.
