The radiance behind me grew; was a rushing tempest of light in which I was but the shadow of a shadow. I heard, but not with my ears⁠—nay with mind itself⁠—a vast roaring; an ordered tumult of sound that came hurling from the outposts of space; approaching⁠—rushing⁠—hurricane out of the heart of the cosmos⁠—closer, closer. It wrapped itself about us with unearthly mighty arms.

And brilliant, ever more brilliant, streamed the radiance through us.

The faceted walls dimmed; in front of me they melted, diaphanously, like a gelatinous wall in a blast of flame; through their vanishing, under the torrent of driving light, the unthinkable, impalpable tornado, I began to move, slowly⁠—then ever more swiftly!