A Beginning

In the depths of a ruin, an ocularist discovered a rainbow-colored stone.
"Is this a petrified human eye?"
It was the most beautiful eye he had ever seen
And it seemed as if to stare back into his eyes
"I shall make it my life's work to surpass this beauty"
He brought the stone eye back to his atelier
And before long, he came to feel as though the eye manifested emotions
At times it seemed to shine happily or lovingly; other times longingly
As if it still harbored feelings from the distant past
The ocularist tried to copy it and create an artificial eye, but
"It's still not enough...?"
"Even though I have sacrificed my body and soul for this work"
He began to feel overwhelmed by various emotions
Love, nostalgia, loneliness, anger, hate, heartbreak
A rush of emotions that had broken her heart
And then he noticed
Reflected in a mirror, his own eye, too, gleamed with the colors of the rainbow.