Part I: The Birth of Cirel Nazrawre
The child was born in silence.
No crying.No sound.Only the steady hum of monitors and the rhythmic pulse of his mother's heart.
In the maternity chambers of the Sensariel High House, where generations of sightborn were delivered under radiant blue domes, the doctors waited for the newborn's first scream — the sound that meant life had taken hold.
But the baby did not cry.
He stared.
The First Observation
When the nurse lifted him, his eyes opened instantly — wide, unfocused, and colorless.At first, they thought he was blind.The irises were white-veined silver, faintly luminous, with thin rings of shifting hue that reflected no light.
But the equipment began to glitch.Every sensor, every neural scanner, every heat signature recorder — overloaded.
"It's like… the readings can't fix on him," whispered one technician."The data keeps changing — like it's rewriting itself in real time."
The chief geneticist of the Sensariel clan, Elyan Nazrawre, approached the table. He looked down at the child — his son — and felt both awe and dread.
For within those eyes… something was moving.
Not color. Not reflection.Equations.
Tiny lines of light forming, collapsing, reforming again — numbers, vectors, symbols — streaming across the child's irises like an unending code of reality itself.
It wasn't blindness.It was perception beyond sight.
"He Doesn't See Faces…"
Days turned to weeks, and the clan's medical council gathered.
The boy did not react to his mother's touch.He did not laugh at colors, or toys, or motion.
Instead, his eyes traced invisible things in the air — arcs, falling dust, light angles, air pressure shifts.To him, every object, every breath, every heartbeat was a formula.
His mother, Seren Nazrawre, wept quietly as the doctor explained:
"He doesn't see like us. He doesn't see faces, smiles, or colors.He sees structure. He sees… physics."
"Then what does he see when he looks at me?" she whispered.
"Everything that makes you possible."
The Naming
In the doctrine of the Sensariel Clan, every child is named after the sense their power honors.
But this child's eyes broke doctrine itself.They weren't a "sense."They were a language.
Elyan Nazrawre stood before the council and declared:
"He bears the eyes that perceive all laws. The equations of existence itself.I name them… Lojun. The Eyes of Physics."
A Silent Prodigy
Cirel grew without laughter or fear.He spoke late — not because he was slow, but because words were meaningless compared to what his eyes revealed.
When other children saw rain, he saw the kinetic flow of droplets, the tension between wind and surface, the dance of thermal pressure gradients.
When others saw movement, he saw velocity fields, predicted paths, and energy decay.
And when he looked in a mirror, he did not see a boy — only patterns of force and motion, a body defined by equations, bound by rules he instinctively understood.
The Council's Revelation
By the age of two, the Sensariel patriarch summoned a council of elders.They gathered in the Hall of Resonance, where visual prodigies were tested before clan witnesses.
When the scanners activated, the child sat quietly watching light scatter through crystal prisms.
And then… all instruments malfunctioned.
The readings displayed infinite variables, flowing equations that no machine could process.
The patriarch spoke only once:
"This is no mutation. This is a threshold.""If he survives to his awakening… the era of observation will end. The era of transfiguration will begin."
Maternal Fear
That night, his mother sat beside his crib, whispering softly, though she knew he likely couldn't see her the way she wanted him to.
"Cirel… my sweet child.I don't care if you never see me — only that one day, you'll see the world for what it truly is… and still find beauty in it."
She pressed her hand to the glass barrier separating her from his adaptive chamber — a standard measure for system-born infants of rare mutation.
Inside, the baby tilted his head, eyes glowing faintly.
For the first time, his vision changed.He focused not on the equations, not the motion, but on the warmth of her hand.
And somewhere, deep within his neural code, a variable shifted.
Lojun recorded its first anomaly.
Emotion.