THIRD EPISODE.

Eons of time had passed.

All was impenetrable blackness. With incredible velocity, he was

whizzing through infinite space. Nothing supported him; nothing touched

him. Some unseen, unfelt, unthinkable Force was hurling him outward

into a Stygian, unbounded void.

Then, so gradually that it was scarcely perceptible, the blackness

was dyed a pallid, ghastly hue. And with a shocking suddenness it

became alive with a horrible larvae. Bloodless and transparent things,

they seemed, filling the air with a swarming, wriggling magnitude of

loathsome life. And he was a part of this!

He put out his hand; and though he felt no touch, he saw the squirming

mass of worms pass through his flesh as though nothing were there. And

he knew his body swarmed with them as though it were decayed cheese,

and an unspeakable, revolting nausea surged through him.

Then the paleness vanished, and the larvae with it, and he was still

shooting through the horrible darkness.

* * * * *

Another eon had passed.

Nor had his terrible flight abated. Outward, through unlighted

infinitude, he swept untiringly. Unearthly sounds now filled the

air--voices screaming in agony, cries and moans as of tortured souls,

insane laughter and maniacal shrieks. Anon, with a howl and a hiss,

some shrieking air dragon would roar past him. And, all around, he

could hear the bellow and screech of monsters of the air in terrible

conflict.

Then all turned to an ocean of living blood; and great crimson bellows

belched over him, wave upon horrid wave. And the frightful aerial

mammals, invisible a moment before, were now seen leaping and plunging

through that scarlet sea.

Under him and over him they ducked and bounded--gigantic, green-hued

monsters extravagantly hideous. Now and again one would dart for him,

mouth distended. But the next second he would be far away, with the

ghastly creature in hopeless pursuit.

Slowly the liquid redness merged into a shimmering rainbow of vivid

colors. Yellow and green, and purple and blue and orange, streaked

the air with a prismatic glory, glittering and scintillating with a

marvelous beauty.

Then, with a terrific suddenness, like a noiseless thunderclap, the

blackness rushed in and blotted out the dazzling iridescence, and

cloaked all in Cimmerian darkness.

Weird Tales, Volume 1, Number 1, March 1923: The unique magazine · 第 38 / 136 题