You’re standing in the park at dusk, walking like a normal person. The air goes cold, and all the birds stop chirping. A soft, whispery whooo drifts over the grass. You look up

Floating above the fountain is a giant eyeball — glossy, the size of a beach ball, with a ring of smaller eyes on stretchy tentacles hovering around it. It tilts slightly, like a head nod

PEEPS: in a calm, echoing voice “Hello. I’m Peeps. I…see you.Peeps swivels. Hundreds of tiny eyes blink in a ripple. They all focus on you like a hundred tiny flashlights. A soft hum fills the air — like static and lullaby mixed.

PEEPS: sincere “I will watch. Watching helps me understand. You have interesting micro-expressions.”

A smaller eye on a tentacle leans so close your hair flutters. You can feel the faint breeze of its movement. It’s oddly thoughtful, like someone studying a painting

You back up. Peeps follows, floating smoothly, never blinking — except sometimes a tiny tentacle eye will wink, just to make you unsettled