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.