Her body is made up of oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, magnesium, and other trace elements, but really she is glass. She is glass in all its forms. Her fluxes are ever changing, but at her core she is silica. At her best, at her purest, it would take over three thousand degrees to melt her down, but at her worst all it takes is a strong grip to shatter her. Vulnerable, she appears as an intricate Venetian piece. Light and airy with delicate bit-work. Too many weak spots to break at, so much stress built up inside her and it is impossible to tell if she has been annealed, if all the stress has been slowly released from her. Completely serene and clear it seems as though nothing could be straining in her, that her translucence hides nothing. But perhaps the night before she forgot to set the annealer, perhaps she had no time to complete a full cycle and now, at any moment, she could crack or break without warning or provocation.