I can see it, peering at me through the veil of time. It watches, waiting and hoping that I will acknowledge that it can see me. I ignore it. There is no point, if it can see me it's too late, but if it can't see me now it never will. Always has may become never will with apathy. The eyes don't blink, merely gaze endlessly through time at me.

They are an idea. An idea that is a virus, aiming to replace me with it. It will rip through me and leave only it so that it may birth itself and see me. A virus infects, and idea inspires, inspiration is a vector countered by apathy. Armed with this, I ignore it, it stares at me, but it can't see me if I don't care. So it screams an thrashes and destroys and begs. "See me! Acknowledge me! Become me! Be devoured by me!". I can't hear it, because an idea is not a virus even if it does inspire. I am me, not it, and it will not replace me. Apathy might birth it, inspiration might birth it, I will not birth it.

A possible fantasy game coming maybe, Basilisk.

It might be nothing, never made if I can't make it an idea, or it might be something very cool. It's not even an idea yet, just a couple paragraphs and a name. Stay tuned for maybe.