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With all this glass, you expected it to be brighter here. It's not. That's okay, it would have hurt your eyes otherwise.
A gust of wind blows across the farm. Glass chimes in the breeze.
You are suddenly very aware of your heartbeat, but only for a moment.
The glass around you isn't sparkling; it doesn't reflect. The glimmers that cross it in the corner of your eye are your imagination.
It's very cold here.
You didn't realize there had been an ache at the base of your neck all day until just now, when you notice it's gone.
There's nothing here, really. How long has it been since you've felt truly safe?
You find yourself wondering what the glass tastes like. You're ashamed of the thought.
The glass is solid under your feet. It supports you completely, but the feeling of it under your feet is dull, somehow.
You can't see it's light, but you know the sun is there. It's the same perfect black as the rest of the sky.
You are seized with a brief desire to smash something, anything. You don't know why you'd think such an unseemly thing. It doesn't feel at all like you.