Loyce凝视着,恐怖。黑暗的斑点,挂在市政厅上。黑暗如此厚,似乎几乎是坚固的。在漩涡中,某些东西移动了。闪烁的形状。从天上降下的事情,暂时暂停市政厅上方,用密集的群扑向它,然后默默地掉到屋顶上。形状。从天上飘动的形状。从悬挂在他上方的黑暗中。他在看来。(Loyce gazed up, rigid with horror. The splotch of darkness, hanging over the City Hall. Darkness so thick it seemed almost solid. In the vortex something moved. Flickering shapes. Things, descending from the sky, pausing momentarily above the City Hall, fluttering over it in a dense swarm and then dropping silently onto the roof. Shapes. Fluttering shapes from the sky. From the crack of darkness that hung above him. He was seeing-them.)