Chapter Four - The Cylinder Opens


But, looking, I presently saw something stirring within the shadow: greyish billowy movements, one above another, and then two luminous disks—like eyes.


Two large dark-coloured eyes were regarding me steadfastly. The mass that framed them, the head of the thing, was rounded, and had, one might say, a face. 

Orson Wel....er, I meant H. G., The War of the Worlds. 


Photos by Steve Davis, @sdavis.art on Instagram


“He's fallen in the pit!” cried some one.

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