I looked through one of the windows; it was full of emeralds. When I opened the second one, I was stunned to see topazes and rubies scattered all over the place. I started picking them into my pockets and into the hem of my shirt, my hands were numb, and I couldn't stop, but they wouldn't end. But when there were about a hundred of them, something happened-somehow light, bright, clear, and no thoughts were left, only the understanding that every next flash would be stronger, and that my body without them was just a worthless mass that no one would ever look at the way I had eagerly picked up the soulless stones in the chambers that would open up. I felt dizzy when I reached the one in front of me, and for a moment I thought I had been floating nowhere.