Colored eyes

His eyes were a strange color; not the usual blue, not the sea green. The color was like the sunset light falling on marble through the old stained glass of a church: a mixture of smoky gray, burnt gold, and flecks of night purple. Every time he looked at someone, it was as if time stood still for a moment. People said that the shadow of something was moving in his pupils; something that should not be seen. He knew the truth: his eyes were the gateway, not to heaven or hell, but to a place where the forgotten still breathe. And every night, when the lights went out, that strange color grew brighter… as if waiting for someone to dare to look straight through them.