The folds of the card gently flapped in the hot breeze, lending a sense of rhythm to the moment. Our eyes stared into one another's as we came to terms with what we had uncovered.

The blaze will only burn the eyes of those who stare, yet they will not be known as the blind.
Be cautious of your dismissal for fire is coming.

The water lapped at my shoulders, my arms tiring. I looked up at them, unsure of what they were capable of.

I could barely hear anything over the sound of the paper as is cracked and shouted in the soft breeze. Such a din was caused that I almost missed their words…

The cold glass rung out in response to my tapping fingers as I looked out.
It curved upwards and around me, contorting my sight.

Something tangible but hidden met my fingers…
Strange to the touch yet oddly familiar.

The trickle of water was a soothing answer to the harsh wailing of the wind.
A delicate repeating pattern of sublime jumbled rhythms, it would be hard to feel uneasy here.

Peeling back the tape, they found their gaze falling on an impossibility. An endless expanse in all direction. Such wonders and terrors seemed to call out to them, but neither knew how they should respond.

You are part of this world, not above it and not below it.
You do not move through it.
You do not conquer it.
You are part of this world.

Such a simple thing such as a glassy stare holds such power.

As most things do, it started small.

Perched in a tree together, we stare out over the barrens. Though relatively safe, we feel a disturbing presence. Looking down we see a snake at the base of our tree, with a face resembling our own.