Roland looked at the crows that had brought about this powerful state of being. He could see their skeletons, their still-beating hearts through transparent feathers. He smiled to himself and chuckled. Glanced down at his own body, opaque. He turned and continued walking through the leaves, though they no longer moved or rustled at his footsteps.

He saw people in the distance, walking and talking, could see straight through to their organs as with the birds. He approached, unnoticed, and examined them. One was a tall, lithe woman, a small fetus rested near her pelvis, floating. Her hands hovered over the spot every once in a while.

The second was a man, his heart beat quickly, his arms flapped with over-exuberance. He was nervous, excited. Roland reached out, to see what would happen if they touched. Then the other girl stepped from behind them. She was as solid as Roland appeared to be, she did not breathe or blink.

“Don’t.” he heard in his head, a light whisper, “Don’t you dare.”