It watched and it listened, the wind and the roar of great structures collapsing in the distance; slow was their struggle and hard, for they were stubborn and tall as the sky, though not as black, and augured with openings, large enough for shelter but too cold to sleep in, cold as the cold of its blades, and brief-lived, gone with the coming of night; structures pale and smooth, vaguely suggestive of detail.

As all did eventually, one by one, the hollow giants made of all three father forms, gave up resistance, gave up form, and fell from the sky. Fell with a splash, and a gulp.