There is a cross-shaped eye that has been staring at me for a whole month.
No matter I was walking or lying down, with my eyes open or closed, it was hanging in the air, staring at me all the time.
It is not as docile and lovable as a dog, and it never tells me what it wants. It just looks at me silently, its eyes becoming sharper and heavier day by day.
It hangs high in the sky, keeping an untouchable distance from me. The only intersection between us is only each other's eyes. Maybe it knew that I couldn't touch it at all, so it stared at me so unscrupulously.
Purpose: Campus growth