It's a little like taking a memory. The sudden flood of thoughts, feelings, images. All coherent and with meaning. Yet it's as if you took five at once, and none of them were yours.
Keep smiling...
The glass is warm against your hand. She is...
Is someone here? Who are--
Simple fear, sadness, concern. It reaches everywhere so that it's impossible to say where the start is, where it goes.
...beautiful. She's pressed up to the glass, pale skin, inhuman organs trailing behind her, pulsing with life. And wing1s...From behind: "They really look like angels...". But you're scared, aren't you...]