4488. Just as Coromo decided the craft had stopped moving, the pilot leveled the craft out, which seemed to his passenger to be the beginning of their inevitable decent. 4489. Simultaneously, as the landscape was slowing down, and coming to a complete halt, at least to Coromo's observant and artistic eye, attuned as it was, as an artist, to the subtleties of perspective, pressure began to build up in Coromo's ears. 4490. The engine, which before had seemed so terribly loud, suddenly became...
