I'm watching the glass being infront. Yes, it does resemble a person-- the wight is wearing human skin, bearing human flesh. Indeed, truly believable. A scrumptious piece. A surprisingly vivid mask. Everywhere and only sleek and sloping lines. Yes, the florid matted something reflects the light, it latches onto my eyes and eludes leaving. Flows to the brain and demands to be fathomed out, believed in. But I do not, I don't believe it. Glass hair stroking the neck, fondling the shoulders, wantonly caressing. Still arms touching the sides. Warm auroral air tides throbbing around the being. The form even pretends to breath air. Breasts evenly surging, silently watching. Shadows intensely dancing on the soft round belly. The spent shadows calmly droop, stay where the secrets darkle  ...

 Still I do not recognise the glass being. I cannot trust it.