Blackness mingled with form, silence and undefined motion possessed the wide space.

All was a dim, confused dance, filled with recurrent glimpses of shapes not unknown to me.

Now appeared a woman, with glorious eyes looking out of a skull; now an armed figure on a skeleton horse; now one now another of the hideous burrowing phantasms.
I could trace no order and little relation in the mingling and crossing currents and eddies.

If I seemed to catch the shape and rhythm of a dance, it was but to see it break, and confusion prevail.

With the shifting colours of the seemingly more solid shapes, mingled a multitude of shadows, independent apparently of originals, each moving after its own free shadow-will.