There was a sound like a gigantic bonfire burning all of Time, all the years and all the parchment calendars, all the hours piled high and set aflame.

Its mouth gaped, exposing a fence of teeth like daggers.

Its armored flesh glittered like a thousand green coins.

Like a stone idol, like a mountain avalanche, Tyrannosaurus fell.

After a long time, like a sleepwalker he shuffled out along the Path.

Warm phlegm gathered in Eckels' throat; he swallowed and pushed it down.

A windstorm from the beast's mouth engulfed them in the stench of slime and old blood.

Another cracking sound. Overhead, a gigantic tree branch broke from its heavy mooring, fell.

The jungle was alive again, full of the old tremorings and bird cries.

The jungle was wide and full of twitterings, rustlings, murmurs, and sighs.

Sounds like music and sounds like flying tents filled the sky,