As we approached, I directed my eyes eagerly upon Thalos, which even
at a distance appeared strikingly different from Archeon. Indeed,
it appeared strikingly different from any city I had ever seen, for
no streets or thoroughfares of any kind were visible, and, as we
drew near, the various buildings seemed to merge in a long unbroken
line dominated by turrets, domes and spires spaced at geometrical
intervals; and all those domes and spires flashed and sparkled with a
multi-colored light, which changed in hue and intensity with every step
we took and was elusive and yet vivid as the glittering of innumerable
gems.
So awe-stricken was I that I scarcely thought of questioning my
companions, but hastened toward this alluring city. And the nearer I
approached the more dazzled I was. By degrees I came to realize that
a high wall surrounded the town; but this wall brought no reminders
of the fortified bulwarks of ancient cities, for its outlines were
graceful and pleasing, its color an agreeable dark blue, and its
evident purpose ornamental. And when I had come within a few hundred
yards of the city, I observed that its blueness was translucent,
indicating that the building material was glass!--and, judging from the
peculiar glistening and glinting of the towers projecting above the
wall, I wondered whether stained glass were not the substance of the
entire town!
This, in fact, I discovered was so. Having passed through the wall
by means of a little arched gateway invisible at a distance, I found
myself in what might have been a city out of the Arabian Nights. I
cannot say with certainty whether I beheld a single building or a
hundred, or whether I stood in an open court or in a street; for before
me spread a wide expanse of glass masonry, of arches and covered
galleries, of steeples and cupolas and winding balconies; and all this
masonry seemed to be joined in a more or less unified whole. There may
have been individual edifices, but there was no edifice not connected
with its neighbors by arching walls or overhead passageways; there may
have been streets winding through this wilderness of glass, but it
struck me that there were only open spaces alternating with twining
glass-roofed corridors. Yet, however bizarre the total impression (and
bizarre it was beyond all imagining), there was also a certain unity
that prevented the city from appearing grotesque; and its various
segments, in their garments of lavender or pale blue or turquoise or
vivid ruby, fitted together as perfectly as the parts of an intricate
and beautiful mosaic.
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