In Pergasa, there are thick clouds of flies, millions of flies humming their monotonous song of decay as they swarm about the mountains of garbage rising ten, fifteen, thirty feet into the air.

珀加萨还有数不尽的苍蝇，这些苍蝇发着千篇一律的哼鸣声，朝着有如摩天大楼一般的垃圾堆蜂拥而去。