The gazelle could not describe her enclosed surroundings other than its cold temperature. The day the latex gloved hands lowered her into the case, the glass was stark at first but she had grown used to the chill. She imagined the cold glass would soon work against her, thinning out her remaining skin and separating the bones from the muscles. She also imagined that she would be of witness to her own decomposition, as she had been to the bodies in the cave. As she could not see very much of the process, she could smell the flesh and hear the scurries of the maggots. For her own disintegration however, the cold would curb the smell, the maggots would not be able to locate her, and she would be forced to wait for passing time.