2025-9-19. 217.brightly colored glass panels
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Writer 최고관리자 Date 25-09-20 16:22 Hit 326 Comment 0Body
2025-9-19. 217.brightly colored glass panels
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My senior is about to smoke a cigarette.
I ask him to lend me my lighter.
I'd forgotten it, but then I suddenly remembered the lighter I'd kept in a small pocket in the left pocket of my jeans.
I lend it to him.
The blue gas lighter is sturdy, compact, and well-made.
It contains liquid gas, and the design is just right for me.
It's shaped like a slightly flat hexagonal column.
After giving him the lighter,
I take a deep sniff of the skincare product he's applied.
Ah. This is a familiar skincare scent.
I worry, wondering what if he doesn't return the lighter.
My senior lights a cigarette and walks away.
I stand there.
My senior, about to exit a brightly lit door,
stops.
The light obscures his body slightly.
The light obscures his body, making his form appear slightly smaller.
My senior grins and throws me a lighter.
It seems he knows I've been worried.
I catch the lighter he threw.
But there's a thin cigarette stuck in it.
And it's about half-smoked.
Oh, my senior threw me his cigarette too.
I wonder if it's because I've been standing there staring at him. Did he understand that I asked for a cigarette?
This was a university, so he could return the lighter later.
I knew he was being considerate.
I take a drag on my cigarette and walk down the hall.
It's a little bitter.
On my way down, some girls from the same department pass by.
For some reason, they seem to like me.
I can sense their interest without words or actions.
They seem to want to impress me.
I can read their minds. One of them is the girl I liked.
But she wasn't interested in me.
Meanwhile, in my other hand, I hold something like a palm-sized light.
It flickers.
There are two candle-like objects burning inside.
They flicker as they burn.
It's like a tall glass cup, enclosing the candle inside.
It feels like it's heating up in my hand.
I quickly drop it on the sand.
And try to blow on it to extinguish it.
But, air enters through a hole in one side of the glass,
and the glass expands like a balloon.
I panic a little.
So I sprinkle sand on it to try to make it smaller.
But the sand seems to be different,
and it seems to have swelled.
When I blow on it again, it expands again as air enters.
Bright reds and yellows appear.
Female students from other departments pass by the sand.
We're on campus. It must be around lunchtime.
I hear them talking. Even if I were to talk about what I was doing on the ground,
I'm focused on this.
It's turning into glass with bright, warm colors.
I can't hold it in my hands, so I sprinkle sand on it and try to make it smaller by blowing on it.
But it's not easy to control.
I'm afraid I shouldn't sprinkle too much sand, as it will stick to the glass and lose its charm.
After some effort, I quickly touch the glass with my hand and then remove it.
I thought it would be incredibly hot, but surprisingly, it's not hot at all.
So I quickly use both hands to pry the glass out of the sand.
But then, I apply a little force and unfold it. It unfolds effortlessly.
Ah... I thought it would break because it's glass, but it doesn't.
It's still flexible. I found that it unfolds like a silver mat.
I knew I still had some time left to unfold it. I felt like I was running out of time until the glass completely hardened.
I wanted to spread it out. It was about twice the size of a fairly large sheet of silver foil, and it turned out to be a light glass floor in a bright, warm color.
So I ran like crazy to find a wide desk.
It was still folded into a neat, square notebook shape,
so I wanted to unfold it quickly before it hardened.
I thought it would.
So I ran over there.
The square floor was just the right size for me,
and the kids were playing on it.
There were two on either side, and they seemed to be playing a game on them.
I followed the line and moved forward.
I found a small space on the floor behind it.
Should I do it there? I wondered as I ran. Then I looked around for another spot.
-1
My senior is about to smoke a cigarette.
I ask him to lend me my lighter.
I'd forgotten it, but then I suddenly remembered the lighter I'd kept in a small pocket in the left pocket of my jeans.
I lend it to him.
The blue gas lighter is sturdy, compact, and well-made.
It contains liquid gas, and the design is just right for me.
It's shaped like a slightly flat hexagonal column.
After giving him the lighter,
I take a deep sniff of the skincare product he's applied.
Ah. This is a familiar skincare scent.
I worry, wondering what if he doesn't return the lighter.
My senior lights a cigarette and walks away.
I stand there.
My senior, about to exit a brightly lit door,
stops.
The light obscures his body slightly.
The light obscures his body, making his form appear slightly smaller.
My senior grins and throws me a lighter.
It seems he knows I've been worried.
I catch the lighter he threw.
But there's a thin cigarette stuck in it.
And it's about half-smoked.
Oh, my senior threw me his cigarette too.
I wonder if it's because I've been standing there staring at him. Did he understand that I asked for a cigarette?
This was a university, so he could return the lighter later.
I knew he was being considerate.
I take a drag on my cigarette and walk down the hall.
It's a little bitter.
On my way down, some girls from the same department pass by.
For some reason, they seem to like me.
I can sense their interest without words or actions.
They seem to want to impress me.
I can read their minds. One of them is the girl I liked.
But she wasn't interested in me.
Meanwhile, in my other hand, I hold something like a palm-sized light.
It flickers.
There are two candle-like objects burning inside.
They flicker as they burn.
It's like a tall glass cup, enclosing the candle inside.
It feels like it's heating up in my hand.
I quickly drop it on the sand.
And try to blow on it to extinguish it.
But, air enters through a hole in one side of the glass,
and the glass expands like a balloon.
I panic a little.
So I sprinkle sand on it to try to make it smaller.
But the sand seems to be different,
and it seems to have swelled.
When I blow on it again, it expands again as air enters.
Bright reds and yellows appear.
Female students from other departments pass by the sand.
We're on campus. It must be around lunchtime.
I hear them talking. Even if I were to talk about what I was doing on the ground,
I'm focused on this.
It's turning into glass with bright, warm colors.
I can't hold it in my hands, so I sprinkle sand on it and try to make it smaller by blowing on it.
But it's not easy to control.
I'm afraid I shouldn't sprinkle too much sand, as it will stick to the glass and lose its charm.
After some effort, I quickly touch the glass with my hand and then remove it.
I thought it would be incredibly hot, but surprisingly, it's not hot at all.
So I quickly use both hands to pry the glass out of the sand.
But then, I apply a little force and unfold it. It unfolds effortlessly.
Ah... I thought it would break because it's glass, but it doesn't.
It's still flexible. I found that it unfolds like a silver mat.
I knew I still had some time left to unfold it. I felt like I was running out of time until the glass completely hardened.
I wanted to spread it out. It was about twice the size of a fairly large sheet of silver foil, and it turned out to be a light glass floor in a bright, warm color.
So I ran like crazy to find a wide desk.
It was still folded into a neat, square notebook shape,
so I wanted to unfold it quickly before it hardened.
I thought it would.
So I ran over there.
The square floor was just the right size for me,
and the kids were playing on it.
There were two on either side, and they seemed to be playing a game on them.
I followed the line and moved forward.
I found a small space on the floor behind it.
Should I do it there? I wondered as I ran. Then I looked around for another spot.
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