They called it the Infinity Eye—a mural said to watch every timeline at once. Its neon iris didn’t just see the present; it saw every choice you almost made, every version of you that could’ve existed. People who stared too long swore they saw flashes of different lives reflected back at them—wealth, ruin, love, death—all spinning endlessly inside that painted pupil. One night, a boy touched the wall and the Infinity Eye opened. A voice echoed in his mind: “Step through, and I’ll show you the life you were meant to have… if you’re willing to lose the one you know.”