The Man Who Walked Into the Black Lens

It appeared after the rain—an oval void suspended over the river, blacker than night and hungrier than silence. Some called it a portal, others God’s pupil, others nothing at all. But when a man stepped inside and vanished, the crowd became believers. Drawn by obsession, dread, and the promise of proof, one witness finds himself pulled deeper into the Lens’s gaze, where memory, confession, and identity blur. To look too long is to risk being seen. To step closer is to discover what watches through the dark.