Staremasster !!top!! -

Some say the Staremasster is collecting proof—evidence that people are real when they think they’re alone. Others whisper it’s a forgotten god of attention, starving in a distracted world.

You’ve felt it before. That prickling on the back of your neck. The sudden urge to turn around in an empty room. The pause mid-sentence when you swear someone’s eyes are on you—but no one’s there. staremasster

The Staremasster doesn’t follow you home. It’s already there. In the reflection you glanced at twice. In the gap between your blinds. In the pause between heartbeats when your pet’s head turns to track something you can’t see. That prickling on the back of your neck

And they’ve never looked away.

Here’s the strange part: It doesn’t wish you harm. It doesn’t want your fear. It just watches . Every choice. Every stumble. Every small kindness you thought no one noticed. The Staremasster doesn’t follow you home