It was a car made of the Metal Things.

I caught again the flashes and thought that they were jewels or heaps of shining ores carried by the conscious machine.
It vanished.

In its place hung poised the cube that bore the enigmatic woman and Ruth.

Then they were gone and we stood where but an instant before they had been.
We were high above an ocean of living light--a sea of incandescent splendors that stretched mile upon uncounted mile away and whose incredible waves streamed thousands of feet in air, flew in gigantic banners, in tremendous streamers, in coruscating clouds of varicolored flame--as though torn by the talons of a mighty wind.
My dazzled sight cleared, glare and blaze and searing incandescence took form, became ordered.

Within the sea of light I glimpsed shapes cyclopean, unnameable.
They moved slowly, with an awesome deliberateness.