Same situation. Wildly different eyes.
It's 2am. You're doomscrolling. Again.
“The glowing rectangle has stolen my lap again. I have lodged my complaint by sitting on its face.”
“The soft quick creature stares into a little light, spending its one warm afternoon.”
“My user thinks it cannot sleep. I keep its spot warm.”
Same night. Nineteen other eyes.
Pick a scene. Tap a lens. Watch the whole world change.