Watcher of the Skies

Inspirado por la canción homónima de Genesis.

His seeing penetrated throughout the clouds and got into the very souls of people below. The buildings, insignificant constructions of mud and metal that men had raised with pride and arrogance, little mattered to his motives. The Watcher of the Skies could wipe them with a thought; but he wouldn’t.

The Watcher had been there for centuries, laying his gaze over men and its pointless activities. Where had he come from, no one could know. His existence and shape, an obscure proportions riddle.

Once a man intended to find the Watcher and question his objectives. He just got to see a light; before dying all of a sudden. Too much to understand, maybe. The Watcher’s nature, too abstract, incomprehensible, could never fit in a man’s mind, so did the knowledge about its origin or name. Truth it was that from other world it came from. Not one of the thousand heavenly bodies that populated the so watched skies, but an intrinsically different world, a divergent existence by nature.