As though it were a page on which was spelled some untranslatable other world message.
Fourth Dimensional revelations by some Euclidean deity! Commandments traced by some mathematical God! Looping across the vale, emerging from the sparkling folds of the southernmost curtainings and vanishing into the gleaming veils of the easternmost, ran a broad ribbon of pale-green jade; not straightly but with manifold convolutions and flourishes.

It was like a sentence in Arabic.
It was margined with sapphire blue.

All along its twisting course two broad bands of jet margined the cerulean shore.

It was spanned by scores of flashing crystal arches.

Nor were these bridges--even from that distance I knew they were no bridges.