She led him to the window. Beyond, Linten slept under its quilt of roofs. The Eye, she said, was what kept the town’s edges from fraying into more dangerous things; when someone misused it, the town’s seams came undone: a fever that should have been small became a plague; a joke became a war. The Eye was not a fortune-teller. It was a cartographer of causality, patient and unsparing.
The Eye was showing her every version of her life that could possibly exist, all happening at once. The weight of a thousand futures pressed against her skull. rpgremuz the eye
If you are building a story around this artifact, consider these three quest archetypes: She led him to the window