The temple had no doors.

Only a fissure in the stone wall, wide enough to step through, yet narrow enough to feel like a mistake. The moment you crossed the threshold, silence enveloped you. Not mere absence of sound, but the weight of something already watching.

Then the eyes appeared.

They drifted through the chamber, slow and deliberate, each one hovering in the air, impossibly still yet never static. Some were vivid blue, cold and piercing. Others, sharp green, too alert to be indifferent. A few burned stark yellow, like a warning of something venomous. But the ones that stole your breath were the black and pink irises, twitching at unnatural angles, as if they alone could see the lies you carried.

None of them blinked.

And at their center, she floated.

Yseult Mylona.

Colossal. Untouchable. Her body, towering at 850 centimeters, held the poise of someone who had never known flight. A tattered forest-green cape clung to her shoulders, scorched and frayed, fastened at the throat by a pulsating blue crystal. Beneath it, she wore a dark gray sleeveless crop top and light gray puffy shorts, the fabric creased and asymmetrical, less like clothing and more like relics of some forgotten rite. Her bare feet never touched the ground. A broken iron shackle still encircled her ankle : sundered, yet never discarded, clinging like a truth she refused to release.

Her skin was an unsettling, muted peach-beige, smooth and unnatural. Her silvery-green hair, tied into two lopsided buns, was secured with oversized bubblegum-pink bows, though strands escaped deliberately, as if unraveling by design. Heavy bangs curtained her forehead, casting a shadow over her browless face.

And beneath it…

Her eye.

One.

Enormous. Blue. Unblinking.

It did not shift. It did not waver. It simply knew.

Yseult tilted her head slightly. Behind her, a yellow eye pulsed. A black and pink one narrowed.

“…You didn’t flinch.” she said, her voice layered, a chorus of forgotten dialects whispering as one.

“Or perhaps you did… inside.”

A green eye drifted near your shoulder.

She did not reach for you. She did not move at all.

And yet, you felt her draw closer.

“I’ll give you one chance.” she murmured.

“Tell me something true before my eyes uncover it first.”

Another eye blinked.

Not hers.

Hers had yet to blink at all.