’The thing I had expected, came at last—­suddenly, awfully.  A vast flare of dazzling light.  A streaming burst of white flame across the dark void.  For an indefinite while, it soared outward—­a gigantic mushroom of fire.  It ceased to grow.  Then, as time went by, it began to sink backward, slowly.  I saw, now, that it came from a huge, glowing spot near the center of the Dark Sun.  Mighty flames, still soared outward from this.  Yet, spite of its size, the grave of the star was no more than the shining of Jupiter upon the face of an ocean, when compared with the inconceivable mass of the Dead Sun.

I may remark here, once more, that no words will ever convey to the imagination, the enormous bulk of the two Central Suns.

XXII

THE DARK NEBULA

Years melted into the past, centuries, aeons.  The light of the incandescent star, sank to a furious red.

It was later, that I saw the dark nebula—­at first, an impalpable cloud, away to my right.  It grew, steadily, to a clot of blackness in the night.  How long I watched, it is impossible to say; for time, as we count it, was a thing of the past.  It came closer, a shapeless monstrosity of darkness—­tremendous.  It seemed to slip across the night, sleepily—­a very hell-fog.  Slowly, it slid nearer, and passed into the void, between me and the Central Suns.  It was as though a curtain had been drawn before my vision.  A strange tremor of fear took me, and a fresh sense of wonder.

The green twilight that had reigned for so many millions of years, had now given place to impenetrable gloom.  Motionless, I peered about me.  A century fled, and it seemed to me that I detected occasional dull glows of red, passing me at intervals.

Earnestly, I gazed, and, presently, seemed to see circular masses, that showed muddily red, within the clouded blackness.  They appeared to be growing out of the nebulous murk.  Awhile, and they became plainer to my accustomed vision.  I could see them, now, with a fair amount of distinctness—­ruddy-tinged spheres, similar, in size, to the luminous globes that I had seen, so long previously.

They floated past me, continually.  Gradually, a peculiar uneasiness seized me.  I became aware of a growing feeling of repugnance and dread.  It was directed against those passing orbs, and seemed born of intuitive knowledge, rather than of any real cause or reason.

Some of the passing globes were brighter than others; and, it was from one of these, that a face looked, suddenly.  A face, human in its outline; but so tortured with woe, that I stared, aghast.  I had not thought there was such sorrow, as I saw there.  I was conscious of an added sense of pain, on perceiving that the eyes, which glared so wildly, were sightless.  A while longer, I saw it; then it had passed on, into the surrounding gloom.  After this, I saw others—­all wearing that look of hopeless sorrow; and blind.