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.