Evolutionary struggle against blindness with no way out of time because its temporary crust is thick

 Like a paste of meteorites, the ghostly howling of invisible canids seated in a regular row whose gaze over the loquacious waters of the Bridge of Sighs became a gaze of the night meant in the shock of fear with their dead arachnid eyes multiplied a thousand times in their evolutionary fight against blindness with no way out of time because its temporary crust is thick