The face of the arbitrator, coming to unveil the wrath of the eternal future. In constant pain, the totality of chronicles run in and out of its eyes, diverging and converging. All judgements will be rendered.
 
Such is their fate.
 
I don’t have much to say about this one. It radiates magical power and often feels like it’s moving. In some sense, I’m reminded of my experiences with trying to wrestle with large amounts of information, trying to bring it into order. Happens less frequently now (for now), but the mental weight and pressure is certainly unforgettable.