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.