the glass factory.           
                                        
                                        
                                      
                                  
                                  
                                          
 several  centuries  after  it  had  last 
 belonged to us, we went on  an outing to 
 the glass factory that  bore our  family 
 name. it had  changed owners many  times 
 since  our  ancestors  death,  and  then 
 stood  abandoned  for  a   long   while. 
 finally,  the  natural  end station  for 
 the  buildings that survive:  a  museum, 
 and a gift shop.                         
                                          
 there's  a long  time  since  my  family 
 made  anything.  by  many,  we  would be 
 considered poor.                         
                                          
 there  are  two main  factory buildings, 
 domed things of  several floors, made in 
 yellow brick. large but narrow  windows, 
 reminescent    of    some     cathedral. 
 custom-made glass, of  course, large and 
 leaded, and ashen. a bit too dark  to be 
 practical.  on   the  eastern  building, 
 some are shattered.                      
                                          
 the other one is publicly  open. there's 
 a  museum, with wax figures  of my great 
 great  great  grandfather, or something. 
 various tools (or replicas) laid  out on 
 tables, with explaining texts. a lot  of 
 glass     of     varying      thickness. 
                                          
                                        
                                      
                          
                                      
                                        
                                          
 i quickly sneak out, and climb into  the 
 other   building.   the    contrast   is 
 overwhelming.   it   must   have   stood 
 derelict   for  a   long  time,  windows 
 broken,  metallic  trash  and  pools  of 
 dark   glass  all  over  the  floor.  no 
 electric lights, but  i can  see by  the 
 light that shines  in wherever the  dark 
 windows     are    missing    a    pane. 
                                          
 however,  the greatest difference is the 
 higher floors:  this building has  none. 
 it is  one massive hall, stretching away 
 infinitely above me. somewhere up  there 
 is  some great  iron  latticework,  from 
 where chains  are  suspended,  and parts 
 of  machinery  has  been  falling  down. 
                                          
 there  is, in  the middle of  the  great 
 hall,  a  thin  spiral  staircase   that 
 leads up there. i sneak over  there, and 
 take  a few reluctant  steps. after just 
 a revolution, i  notice  that  for  each 
 step the  building  starts  to glow, the 
 bricks  turning  a  dark  red, and  then 
 orange, all  the  piled up debree  being 
 lit from behind.                         
                                          
 i stop ready  to  run down  and out, but 
 there's  someone else on  the  staircase 
 with  me   now,   pressed   close.  he's 
 looking  like  me, short hair  and  thin 
 arms,  but  with ears from some  animal, 
 and  more disturbingly,  completely made 
 of dark liquid glass.                    
                                          
                                        
                                      
                          
                                      
                                        
                                          
 my  fear  holds  me in  place  while  he 
 starts  operating  levers  and dials set 
 in  the center of the staircase. slowly, 
 it  starts  spinning, circling  upwards. 
 it's  an  elevator!   i  start  to   run 
 downwards,   but  now   the  liquid  boy 
 creature  grabs  hold  of me.  i  try to 
 shake  him off, but he's too strong, and 
 pulls    me   back    up   beside   him. 
                                          
 this  time,  i  turn angry instead. what 
 the hell? who  is this guy,  acting like 
 this? i reach out my free  arm and  slam 
 a   random  lever.  some  metal  bar  is 
 suddenly  released  between us,  hitting 
 him  on  the arm, forcing  my release. i 
 shove him  off of me, and he  falls into 
 the    levers,    messing    them    up. 
 immediately,  a   thin  rusty  chainmail 
 curtain is  dropped  around  me. but the 
 elevator also speeds  up  significantly. 
                                          
 the  walls  are   flaring  now,  yellow, 
 white,  almost blue. i close my eyes and 
 curl  into a  ball.  but then, the glass 
 boy  screams,  a  piercing   sound  that 
 forces  my eyes back open. i watch as he 
 becomes too  liquid,  his  body  pooling 
 down in  his now  massive  tail, and the 
 tip of  it suddenly breaks of in a glass 
 drop  that  falls   toward  the  factory 
 floor.                                   
                                          
 he's crawling  on the  stairs, unable to 
 keep his body  upright. can't reach  the 
 levers,  claws  at  my  chainmail  cage, 
 while  his  body  is  turning  into dark 
 pearls. finally, he's  lost too  much of 
 himself  and the  scream is  cut  short. 
 the   last    of    him   rains    down. 
                                          
 i  still can't  reach  the  levers  from 
 within my cage.  looking  up, i  try  to 
 make  out  the ceiling, but it's  all  a 
 whirling sea of  colours. below me glows 
 the hellfire of  the factory walls,  but 
 very  faint. i sit down,  curl back  up, 
 become still.                            
                                          
                                        
                                      
                          
                                      
                                        
                                          
 a large  clunk shakes  my  entire  body, 
 and  snaps me  back  into  reality.  i'm 
 back  at  the  factory  floor,  but  the 
 stairs   are   still  moving   slightly, 
 clicking in place, carrying me the  last 
 few  centimeters.  i  came  from  below, 
 somehow.  the  chainmail  is  retracted, 
 and  i  slowly  dismount   the   stairs. 
                                          
 shaking and crying, i make  my way  over 
 the factory floor,  wading through  dark 
 glass  marbles. a quick glance down, and 
 i  see  there's  something faint  inside 
 them.    embryos?   are   these    eggs? 
                                          
 i   shudder,   and   climb   back   out.