The smells now were not the same, though, and the glowing wall did not melt away.

But the walls simply melted into new rooms, in both the past and the present.

I have but one fear, which is that the walls of the projectile might melt.

Parts of it still stood, but the towers had been broken and the walls melted.

The walls melt and recede, while the floor remains the same.

At that moment, the walls of my prison melted.

The walls around him melted like mists at sunrise.

The wall before him melted away and he sat facing a man across a desk.

I was heading into that sort of weariness where walls melted and bones turned soft.

Behind him, the wall of mist melted away onto the cool air.