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.