Gregory awoke to find his skin replaced with living glass. Light filtered through his veins, refracting his organs into mesmerizing patterns. He stepped outside, and the neighbors gasped.
“You can’t go to work like that,” his boss scolded. “You’ll distract the others.”
At the café, his reflection split into kaleidoscopic versions of himself. “You’re making the customers uncomfortable,” the barista mumbled.
Gregory wrapped himself in bandages, but people still stared. He tried to act normal, to blend in, but his transparency betrayed him.
One evening, a woman approached, her body shimmering with liquid silver. “They stare at me too,” she whispered.
Gregory smiled. Light from within her danced through his crystal limbs, casting colors neither had seen before. Together, they walked, radiant and unapologetic, as the world shielded its eyes.
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