I had never seen one of them before, so when I did it was a bit of a surprise and a little shocking. I didn't want to touch it at first, fearing that I might instill some unconscious fright in it or that I may carelessly break it. But then I did touch it, and for some time it was great and marvelous and ethereal. I could feel it seep into me and it didn't hurt. Many days passed where I could not see myself without seeing it or I could not hear music without hearing it in the melodies. Eventually, inevitably, and unmistakably after many days had passed it, too, passed. Now when it leaks out I cannot stand the residue it leaves behind.