The glass fully exploits its short tenure as both prism and prison, scattering the daylight before it disappears.
Soon, the winds that carried you here turn sideways. And we are treated to the illusion of time and gravity bending back in on themselves as you, seemingly, escape the way you came in.
But we know the truth.
The ground, now soggy, plays witness to the exposed places that will soon ripen with mildew and rust