Nothing unusual is seen.
The wide expanse is tranquil.
Yet the noises increase. The dialogue becomes more audible.
There is something beyond the horizon.
Something terrible. It is the wind.
The wind; or rather that populace of Titans which we call the gale. The unseen multitude.
India knew them as the Maroubs, Judea as the Keroubim, Greece as the Aquilones. They are the invisible winged creatures of the Infinite. Their blasts sweep over the earth.