Some eyes look at the Banana. What Banana? Are you guys holding out on me? Surely no such thing exists.
...That, or it's just been Hidden.
Make Eye glares at the other eyes. It doesn't seem to have any effect, yet this is the first time that the Godhead truly views itself. It takes note of the gazing, the external perception.
The other Eyes largely agree to perceive the anticipation of the seed, its blooming for-ever outwards in patterns most glorious.
Mirror Eye notes that there may be Another Seed, which totally wasn't already true, probably.
The Mouth pauses, unsure what direction to take. [3]
'The Second Second. Mutate. Change, over the axis of time. Bloom.'
The Seed explodes outwards, its stuff expanding to fill the void. Bananastuff floods out, trying forms, fighting, struggling to survive under the watch of the stars.
'And... eyes. Perceive.'
Blessed by the knowledge of perception, the Mouth states and the blooming world responds. Now life is blessed with its own eyes, which it quickly perverts to the purpose of survival. Seeing, thinking, acting.
Yet it becomes clear that the structure called life is more fragile than those structures not called life. On their own, unsupported, they find time to be against them, withering in the empty void.
The Stars are now [1] Wrong.
Thus begins all Seconds after the Second.
All that Remains is to watch, and to behold the Consequences.