Some how I instinctivly know that in the reflection of each bubble lays a snap shot of a memory that it contains. If I were to think of a memory the bubble would float to me and I could replay it right there in front of me.
Somethign catches my attention.....a shadow learking. I can not follow it but I try. As I think of a memory the shadow appears and the bubble burts. I stand there shocked, what was the memory? A single tear falls from my eye, as that tear hits the floor all around me the thousands of other bubbles suddenly burts and rain blood down upon me.