One player. Then everything.
It started with one face. One player, one interview, one impossible goal by one specific human — and then, to stay close to them, you learned an entire sport. The Eye finds your category the most honest about how love actually works: you don't fall for institutions, you fall for a person, and then you naturalize into their whole world. It's the same path every time, isn't it? The band you memorized for one member. The field you studied because of who taught it. The city you loved because of who showed it to you. People tease you that your loves start 'shallow' — one face, one spark — but the Eye has the long-term data they don't: the player left, retired, faded. You stayed. The door was a person; the house became yours. You possess the rare conversion gene: gateway-loves become whole worlds in your hands, and you keep the worlds long after the gateways close.
Get your read — free on iPhoneevery world you've ever loved, you entered through a person. the eye checked the exits: you stay long after they're gone.