I stand here in a pile of broken glass. The shards cut at my flesh, but I do not move. Who knows what lies beyond the glass? Certainly not me.

Through the glass, for all my time within it, I could see nothing but a dark void. Today, I see a distorted and fractured light on the other side.

Please don’t take me out of the broken glass. I don’t know who you are, but please don’t do it.

It’s beautiful!