Exhausted, she looks out over her kingdom of glass,
The waning light sending shifting shadows scurrying through the ethereal walkways.
From up here, she can see how everything she has worked for fits together
Yet she dare not go down, nor get too close.
For then the cracks would begin to show.
Splintering fractures weaving webs of instability across her proud achievement.
Wisps where once were walls.
Pain where once was joy.
And so she hides, high above.
Let another make repairs, let another spend their time.
Her work was done, the kingdom set.
Now someone else must lead.