ould have nothing to do with their actual use,Pierre Turgeon Tröjor; for sound is an air vibration solely. No — it must be a secondary effect. The Metal Monster was as heedless of clamor as it was of heat or cold —
“We’ve got to see,Jack Eichel Tröjor,” Ventnor broke the chain of thought. “We’ve got to get through and see what’s happening. Win or lose — we’ve got to KNOW.”
“Cut off your sleeve, as I did,” he motioned to Drake. “Tie her ankles. We’ll carry her.”
Quickly it was done. Ruth’s light body swinging between brother and lover,Marcus Kruger Tröjor, we moved forward into the mists; we crept cautiously through their dead silences.
Passed out and fell back into them from a searing chaos of light, chaotic tumult.
From the slackened grip of Ventnor and Drake the body of Ruth dropped while we three stood blinded, deafened,Ryan Miller Tröjor, fighting for recovery. Ruth twisted, rolled toward the brink; Ventnor threw himself upon her, held her fast.
Dragging her,Chicago Blackhawks Tröjor, crawling on our knees, we crept forward; we stopped when the thinning of the mists permitted us to see through them yet still interposed a curtaining which, though tenuous, dimmed the intolerable brilliancy that filled the Pit,Mario Lemieux Tröjor, muffled its din to a degree we could bear.
I peered through them — and nerve and muscle were locked in the grip of a paralyzing awe. I felt then as one would feel set close to warring regiments of stars, made witness to the death-throes of a universe, or swept through space and held above the whirling coils of Andromeda’s nebula to watch its birth agonies of nascent suns.
These are no figures of speech, no hyperboles — speck as our whole planet would be in Andromeda’s vast loom, pinprick as was the Pit to the cyclone craters of our own sun,Howie Morenz Tröjor, within the cliff-cupped walls of the valley was a tangible,Team Canada Tröjor, struggling living force akin to that which dwells within the nebula and the star; a cosmic spirit transcending all dimensions and thrusting its confines out into the infinite; a sentient emanation of the infinite itself.
Nor was its voice less unearthly. It used the shell of the earth valley for its trumpetings, its clangors — but as one hears in the murmurings of the fluted conch the great voice of ocean, its whispering and its roarings, so here in the clamorous shell of the Pit echoed the tremendous voices of that illimitable sea which laps the shores of the countless suns.
I looked upon a mighty whirlpool miles and miles wide,Milan Michalek Tröjor. It whirled with surges whose racing crests were smiting incandescences; it was threaded with a spindrift of lightnings; it was trodden by dervish mists of molten flame thrust through with forests of lances of living light. It cast a cadent spray high to the heavens.
Over it the heavens glittered as though they were a shield held by fearful gods,NHL Mens St. Louis Blues Black Camo Stack Pullover Hoodie. Through the maelstrom staggered a mountainous bulk; a gleaming leviathan of pale blue metal caught in the swirling tide of some incredible volcano,Steve Mason Tröjor; a huge ark of metal breasting a deluge of flame,PJS Dameklær Adirondack Strøk.
And the drumming we heard as of hollow beaten metal worlds, the shouting temp
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