Glass

Amid the clamour of a Victorian-era market, Eliza emerged from the glass portal, her eyes wide with wonder. Cobblestone streets wound through rows of stalls, each brimming with the era’s riches. Amid the lively chatter and horse-drawn carriages, the intricate glasswork adorning the buildings caught Eliza’s eye. The glass balustrade she had just passed through was not the only masterpiece of its kind; here, glass was a symbol of elegance and innovation.

Seeking to understand the era’s secrets, Eliza mingled with the locals, her modern attire drawing curious glances. Her path soon crossed with a renowned artisan, known as the most expert glazier based near Melbourne. His workshop, a treasure trove of stained glass and delicate frames, offered Eliza a glimpse into the meticulous craft of glasswork.

The glazier, with a keen eye for detail, shared his wisdom about the significance of glass in architecture and design. Each piece, he explained, told a story, capturing the essence of its time. The strength and clarity of glass, he believed, mirrored the virtues of society. Eliza listened intently, her thoughts drifting to the balustrades that had led her here. The artisan’s words echoed the importance of preservation, of honouring the legacy embedded in each pane.

As the day waned, a mishap in the workshop brought Eliza’s skills to the test. A prized balustrade, destined for a noble’s manor, lay fractured. Recalling her recent vow, Eliza stepped forward. Guided by the glazier’s seasoned hands and her newfound understanding, she mended the glass, her actions weaving her story into the fabric of this historical tapestry.

The market’s bustle faded as Eliza bid farewell to the Victorian era, her heart heavy yet hopeful. The lessons learned from the expert glazier based near Melbourne fortified her resolve. As she stepped back through the portal, the balustrades’ gleam seemed to acknowledge her growth, a silent testament to the timeless dance between creation and preservation.

In the quiet of the museum, Eliza pondered the journey ahead. The glass, a sentinel of history and a beacon to the future, had chosen her as its guardian. With every reflection, every shard she would mend, Eliza vowed to uphold the legacy of the glaziers and balustrades, bridging worlds and eras with her craft.

So, um…anyone know a really good place for repairing glass? All my hopes and dreams just came true, but I also really need some very immediate glass repair. Melbourne would be preferable, and if they can’t do it in half an hour, I’ll also take recommendations for DIY repair kits. If they…actually exist.  

Okay, so I’ve been studying very hard under Master Tiger Sun for months now. He doesn’t admit many people into his martial arts lessons; you have to attend his Universal Awareness classes for a year, prove a connection to your spirit animal (mine’s a pterodactyl, which was a bit of a surprise, but okay) and then pass a bunch of other criteria. But we’ve been training for months doing tasks I thought were mundane. I finally lost my temper, shamefully forgetting everything that I’d learned in my meditation classes, but Master Tiger Sun did not become frustrated. 

He told me to use that rage, convert it into righteous fury, and bond that fury to the power of the mighty pterodactyl. And so, that was my very first use of the Pterodactyl Wing Scythe technique!

Unfortunately, I was utterly unused to the power I now wielded and tried the technique out again…striking my Dad’s glass office partition and shattering the whole thing, from across the room.

Perhaps I don’t deserve this kind of power, but more importantly, a DIY glass repair kit isn’t going to do it here. The glass at the point of impact was practically reduced to dust, with the rest of the panes a shattered mess. And now I understand why we have sturdy training dummies and a wide open dojo. Gah, I should’ve known this would happen from when my classmate Nina unleashed her Power-of-a-Hundred Centipede Stomp, shaking the dojo and knocking us all off our feet. 

Some quality companies for glass balustrading near Melbourne would be mint, especially if they work fast. Inner serenity is one thing, but there’s not going to much of that going around if Dad sees this.

-Yun-jong