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When time had been not immemorial but fresh and bleeding, Berith had torn the eyes from Its sockets. Eyes were even then the windows to the soul, and Berith had no need of them. The universe was mapped in Its Fathomlessness, and what It willed to pluck required no eye's sight. It's a man who gives It eyes. It's a man who fits It to a revenant's shell.

It's a man who frightens the Fathomless.

"Open your eyes," says the man, and Berith obeys.

A million eyes slit open above New Kaddar, and they stare into Berith's Fathomlessness and glimpse, impossibly, Its end.