The redness was bleeding into the white edges of his eyes. Is this what it was like to witness the transformation of a devil. His pupil turning darker and larger by the second, where now there was almost a unity between black, white, and red. They had just become pure colors and no clear shape as I looked into his eyes, an abyss. Could he even see me anymore? Where are his eyes?
Transformation is so relevant. It is a fact every day. Every second has the possibility of change, a work in progress that leads to transformation. However, he looked me in the eye and denied this truth. “This is not transformation,” he said, “this is me succumbing to temptation.”
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