A great, otherworldly eye hovers in the void, unblinking, gazing into our very being—or is it already inside each of us, staring from within? Meanwhile, the Death Train races through a barren desert, its engine roaring like a scream swallowed by the wind. It collects passengers, those who have turned their backs on the all-seeing eye, now faceless silhouettes as they disappear into the endless expanse. AI generated music by 0nastiia