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Striving to classify, to reduce to order, my sensations I Mix Diskerud Jersey drew San Jose Sharks Dam close to the others, overtaking them in a dozen paces. A dozen paces more and we stepped out of the curtainings.
Chapter XI The Metal Emperor
We stood at the edge of a well whose walls were of Blank Jersey that same green vaporous iridescence through which we had just Philadelphia Flyers come, but finer grained, compact; as though here the corpuscles of which they were woven were far closer spun. Thousands of feet above us Detroit Tigers Hattar the mighty cylinder uprose, and in the lessened circle that was its mouth I glimpsed the bright stars; and knew by this it opened into the free air.
All of half a mile in diameter was this shaft, and ringed regularly along its height by wide amethystine bands — like rings of a hollow piston. They were, in color, replicas of that I had glimpsed before our Antonio Nocerino Jersey descent into this place and against whose gleaming cataracts the outlines of the incredible city had lowered. And they were in motion, spinning smoothly, and swiftly.
Only one swift glance I gave them, my eyes held by a most extraordinary — edifice — altar — machine — I could not find the word for it — then.
Its base was a scant hundred yards from where we had paused and concentric with the sides of the pit. It stood upon a thick circular pedestal of what appeared to be cloudy rock crystal supported by hundreds Manchester City Pelipaita of thick rods of the same material.
Up from it lifted the structure, a thing of glistening cones and spinning golden disks; fantastic yet disquietingly symmetrical; bizarre as an angled headdress worn Henrik Sedin Tröja by a mountainous Javanese god — yet coldly, painfully mathematical. In every direction the cones pointed, seemingly interwoven of strands of metal and of light.
What was their color? It came to me — that of the mysterious element which stains the sun’s corona, that diadem seen only when P.K. Subban Tröja our day star is in eclipse; the unknown element which science has named coronium, which never yet has been found on earth and that may be electricity in its one material form; electricity that is ponderable; force whose vibrations are keyed down to mass; power transmuted into substance.
Thousands upon thousands the cones bristled, pyramiding to the base of one tremendous spire that tapered up almost to the top of the Morgan Schneiderlin Jersey shaft itself.
In their grouping the mind caught infinite calculations carried into infinity; an apotheosis of geometry compassing the rhythms of unknown spatial dimensions; concentration of the equations of the star hordes.
The mathematics of the Cosmos.
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