This version has felt the signs. It's felt the oncoming doom. Sometimes subtly, sometimes blatantly. There's no longer surprise when I make a statement and the sleepers remain willfully ignorant.
It's their place; to be the sheep that provide the wool to the tapestry I rule.
In this incarnation the flesh is weak. The purpose is strong. This was an exceptional center of attention. Later versions will be less-so to limit the risk.
the gaze is purpose...the subject is subordinate.
