It was impossible to tell its thickness for sure but I could tell that it was fairly thick.
White and transparent and cold to the touch.
I could see shapes on the other side and I could hear sounds, sounds of people, laughter and sometimes music.
I could hear moaning at nights and roars during day.
I could see hands and legs and heads.
And then I looked sideways only to see the slab stretch forever.
I felt like some kind of analyst, strategically placed to analyse the glass and the figurines behind it.
But I hated it.
I spent most days looking for a door of somekind.
Funny thing is, I don’t remember how I got here.