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     Ever since the beginning, the Wheel has turned.
     When was the beginning? Not a soul knows.
     The Wheel has existed for all of time, before time itself even knew what it was, or what its significance was.

     In Land Indeterminate, there is a tower that reaches beyond the sky and into the abyss of above. It stretches past sight, pierces the clouds, and goes on, for infinity. This tower is constructed of mere brick. There are levels to the tower, divisions of brick lines that separate equally spaced sections. In each section, there are four windows, one each in the North, South, East, and West.
     Around the tower is nothing. It is above clouds, it is far too high. It is high enough to be in a different place, an unreachable one. It is suspended in infinity, neverending and everlasting. Nothing but blue sky exists around the tower, with the occasional cloud that makes an impossible appearance.
      Around the tower, in a continual, everlasting clockwise movement, there is a staircase, made of similar stone to the tower itself. It is upon this stair that the Wheel turns, neverending, everlasting.
     The Wheel is a large golden piece, made of intricate spinnings and designs, a true clockwork of complexity and form. It is spoked,  each spoke with a sharp point on the end. The Wheel travels end over end, piercing the stone of the staircase, leaving a hole in the stone. As it travels, each stone it pierces drops from the stair and falls to infinity, beyond the tower and out of sight. The Wheel cannot go back from whence it came, because it continually destroys its only path of return.
     From the windows of the tower, people watch. People of all shapes and forms, of all species and mentalities. They watch from the windows sometimes, in a mindset of a myriad of emotions as to the simple subject of where they are.
     One person living on level 538,308 noticed the Wheel. He was looking out of the window, the Eastern one. He was looking down at the staircase and pondering the possibility of visiting the person above him, or perhaps below him. Then, the Wheel came inexorably past, eradicating the stair as it traveled. It went past him and he looked at it curiously. He decided it was the strangest thing to happen to him in the last 4,930 years.
     Luckily for him and everyone else, the tower has an internal staircase leading up or down. He would still be able to leave his level home and visit the home of another.
     This man was an Indian, seemingly, of Earth. He had dark mahogany skin slightly wrinked with middle age, and wore a white turban that stood half a foot from his head. It had a single jewel, a ruby, set into the center of the folds. His clothes where mainly white robes, but he had other colors that he used when the mood struck him. He sported a full white beard and mustache. His home was arranged similarly to an old sultan's, poufs for sitting instead of chairs, tassels and ropes hung everywhere, incense burning almost constantly, and dim oil lamplight. He wondered about the Wheel he had just seen.
     Another suddenly came from the internal stair, from above. The doortrap was released, and the visitor from above came down into his home. He saw who it was and relaxed his tense muscles when he recognized the visitor as the one from one level above, an extremely blindingly white creature that was roughly humanoid in shape. One could scarcely make out the shape at all, the glowing was so fierce. It was obviously a creature of the light.
     It said to him in a cool, clear and relaxing voice, "Mah Juddani, did you see it? In the East window?"
     Mah replied, "I did. Do you know of it?"
     The glow: "No. I was wondering the same of you."
     Mah: "It was curious. I felt that it was not a bad thing that it was taking down the outer stair. I felt, in fact, that it was the right thing for it to be doing. Uraimal, what do you think of it?"
     Uraimal: "I think of it fine." And with that cryptic comment, Uraimal disappeared back to his home. Uraimal never stayed for long. Mah Juddani often wondered what his home was like, but never ventured from his own. He was too comfortable.

     The Wheel turns along the tower, advancing ever upward, under inexhaustible power. No one can stop the Wheel, nor does anyone want to. It is a seemingly divine thing it does, but no one knows its purpose. One only ever sees it once, then it is gone, like a passing ephemeral wind.

Description
     Ever since the beginning, the Wheel has turned.
     When was the beginning? Not a soul knows.
     The Wheel has existed for all of time, before time itself even knew what it was, or what its significance was.

     In Land Indeterminate, there is a tower that reaches beyond the sky and into the abyss of above. It stretches past sight, pierces the clouds, and goes on, for infinity. This tower is constructed of mere brick. There are levels to the tower, divisions of brick lines that separate equally spaced sections. In each section, there are four windows, one each in the North, South, East, and West.
     Around the tower is nothing. It is above clouds, it is far too high. It is high enough to be in a different place, an unreachable one. It is suspended in infinity, neverending and everlasting. Nothing but blue sky exists around the tower, with the occasional cloud that makes an impossible appearance.
      Around the tower, in a continual, everlasting clockwise movement, there is a staircase, made of similar stone to the tower itself. It is upon this stair that the Wheel turns, neverending, everlasting.
     The Wheel is a large golden piece, made of intricate spinnings and designs, a true clockwork of complexity and form. It is spoked,  each spoke with a sharp point on the end. The Wheel travels end over end, piercing the stone of the staircase, leaving a hole in the stone. As it travels, each stone it pierces drops from the stair and falls to infinity, beyond the tower and out of sight. The Wheel cannot go back from whence it came, because it continually destroys its only path of return.
     From the windows of the tower, people watch. People of all shapes and forms, of all species and mentalities. They watch from the windows sometimes, in a mindset of a myriad of emotions as to the simple subject of where they are.
     One person living on level 538,308 noticed the Wheel. He was looking out of the window, the Eastern one. He was looking down at the staircase and pondering the possibility of visiting the person above him, or perhaps below him. Then, the Wheel came inexorably past, eradicating the stair as it traveled. It went past him and he looked at it curiously. He decided it was the strangest thing to happen to him in the last 4,930 years.
     Luckily for him and everyone else, the tower has an internal staircase leading up or down. He would still be able to leave his level home and visit the home of another.
     This man was an Indian, seemingly, of Earth. He had dark mahogany skin slightly wrinked with middle age, and wore a white turban that stood half a foot from his head. It had a single jewel, a ruby, set into the center of the folds. His clothes where mainly white robes, but he had other colors that he used when the mood struck him. He sported a full white beard and mustache. His home was arranged similarly to an old sultan's, poufs for sitting instead of chairs, tassels and ropes hung everywhere, incense burning almost constantly, and dim oil lamplight. He wondered about the Wheel he had just seen.
     Another suddenly came from the internal stair, from above. The doortrap was released, and the visitor from above came down into his home. He saw who it was and relaxed his tense muscles when he recognized the visitor as the one from one level above, an extremely blindingly white creature that was roughly humanoid in shape. One could scarcely make out the shape at all, the glowing was so fierce. It was obviously a creature of the light.
     It said to him in a cool, clear and relaxing voice, "Mah Juddani, did you see it? In the East window?"
     Mah replied, "I did. Do you know of it?"
     The glow: "No. I was wondering the same of you."
     Mah: "It was curious. I felt that it was not a bad thing that it was taking down the outer stair. I felt, in fact, that it was the right thing for it to be doing. Uraimal, what do you think of it?"
     Uraimal: "I think of it fine." And with that cryptic comment, Uraimal disappeared back to his home. Uraimal never stayed for long. Mah Juddani often wondered what his home was like, but never ventured from his own. He was too comfortable.

     The Wheel turns along the tower, advancing ever upward, under inexhaustible power. No one can stop the Wheel, nor does anyone want to. It is a seemingly divine thing it does, but no one knows its purpose. One only ever sees it once, then it is gone, like a passing ephemeral wind.