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Prose Nocturnes: Optical Option
Although most eye surgeries are sucessful, yours was not (you can neither work, nor drive, nor even think normally), and you are waiting to complain to the surgeon before killing yourself (the only relief you can think of from such a ghastly climax). Although your eyes are sharply focused now, that focus is turned inwared---to the slithering, mutated monstrosity that is your soul and the indescribably horrific hell (ironic, given your disbelief in an afterlife) on the edge of which it teeters precarioiusly.]
