There is a purple gaseous substance contained within a delicate glass sphere. It is free floating, and of equal density in all parts. The air outside of the sphere drops in temperature, which causes the substance to condense towards the center of its sphere. In this higher concentration it is truer to its color. This is as I am today.
“I saw a man glue brass on another with fire”
“Know me as a creature of weeping /// know a weeping me “
“Whom the gods would destroy they first make mad.”