“Who could tell what unexpected discoveries and what superhuman masterpieces might find a theater in the soul of the Martian god, nestling within its cupola of stone?

“Every niche in that prodigious Coliseum of glass, over which Phobos and Deimos were spreading their radiant light at that moment, was occupied by a vaguely phosphorescent monster: an enormous, hideous head set between two off-white wings; no body, except, playing the role of hands, a clump of palps or suckers, which were writhing at its base like a group of serpents.”

Gustave la Rouge, 1908