The Eye is absolute. The Eye is all-powerful. The Eye's Mandate #1: Trees don't have leaves. Violate the sanctity of The Eye's absolute truth at your own peril. This story follows various members of a futuristic post-apocalyptic society in which The Eye, with its tall walls, artificially modified slave races, and never-ending hunger for more, seeks to enhance the lives of Significants. The rest can burn. Trim and Lyn, two hopeful youths, are set on paths not by their own volition. Will their struggle lead to a happy ending? Not likely. Dr. Livstrade fails to meet The Eye's expectations, what will his fate entail? Michael seeks to destroy The Eye, but will his purpose destroy him first? Restaurant owner James Mace is far more than he seems. How will his actions effect the course of history? Can Dr. Sinclaire free herself from the clutches of others, or is she a willing tool? A taste: Tar covering a canvas. Drops hesitating on the edge of the jump into the abyss below. They had journeyed far. All the way from the top of the canvas. Their downward momentum didn’t disrupt their final rest. Drops swelled into pools as more drops made the journey. Then they descended into the void. As the pools grew, the canvas below was revealed. They couldn’t stick to it the way they desired, for the canvas rejected their essence. Another destination, another form of existence, awaited them in the direction of down. That was the best way to describe it. It felt like down, but there was no true direction. More of the canvas was revealed below the thick substance continuously flowing. When the final drop took the plunge, a groan filled the void with a rising crescendo. The now blank canvas begun flowing with color. The grays, whites, and tars, all dripped away to give way for a burning crimson red. Soon the canvas had transformed from being static to instead engulf the entirety of this seemingly infinite space in an ocean of blood and fire.