ot. In its opening it must have turned, for its — FACE— was toward us and away from the Cones, its body hid the Disk, and almost all the surfaces of the two watchful Stars.
Eighty feet at least in height, this cruciform shape stood. It flamed and flickered with angry, smoky crimsons and scarlets; with sullen orange glowings and glitterings of sulphurous yellows. Within its fires were none of those leaping, multicolored glories that were the Metal Emperor’s; no trace of the pulsing, mystic rose; no shadow of jubilant sapphire; no purple royal; no tender, merciful greens nor gracious opalescences. Nothing even of the blasting violet of the Stars.
All angry, smoky reds and ochres the Nike Roshe One Olympic Series cross blazed forth — and in its lurid glowings was something sinister, something real, something cruel, something — nearer to earth, closer to man.
“The Keeper of the Cones and the Metal Emperor!” muttered Drake. “I Buscemi Sneakers begin to get it — yes — I begin to get — Ventnor!”
Once more the pulse, the avid throbbing shook the crater. And as swiftly in its wake rushed back the stillness, the silence.
The Keeper turned — I saw its palely lustrous blue metallic back. I drew out my little field-glasses, focussed Alvaro Pereira Drakter them.
The Cross slipped sidewise past the Disk, its Nike Air Zoom Fly 2 courtiers, its stellated guardians. As it Nicolas Pareja Drakter went by they swung Christen Press Drakter about with it; ever facing it.
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The Metal People were hollow!
Hollow metal — boxes!
In their enclosing sides dwelt all their vitality — their powers — themselves!
And those sides were — everything that THEY were!
Folded, the oval disk became the sphere; the four points of the star, the square from which those points radiated; shutting became the pyramid; the six faces of the cubes were when opened the inverted cross.
Nor were these flexible, mobile walls massive. They were indeed, considering the apparent mass of the Metal Folk, most astonishingly fragile. Those of the Keeper, despite its eighty feet of height, could not have been more than a yard in thickness. At the edges I thought I could see groovings; noted the same appearances at the outlines of the Stars. Seen Juan Foyth Drakter sidewise, the body of the Metal Emperor showed as a convexity; its surface smooth, with a Alvaro Morata Drakter suggestion of transparency.
The Keeper was bending; its oblong upper plane dropping forward as though upon a hinge. Lower and lower this flange bent — in a grotesque, terrifying obeisance; a horrible mockery of reverence.
Was this Alex Iwobi Drakter mountain of Cones then actually a shrine — an idol of the Metal People — their God?
The oblong that was the upper half of the cruciform Shape extended now at right angles to the horizontal arms. It hovered, a rectangle forty feet long, as many feet overlinks:
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