|6| The Rabbit Rotates

I spoke to the monolith

And unmoving by one it listened.

It remained ever still. Thaumic characters etched onto its surface, yet the surface was still smooth and blank. It taught me something. We aren't rotating, we're spiraling, closer and closer into a singularity.

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𝓣𝓱𝒆 𝓫𝒆𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓼𝓲𝔁 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝒆𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝒆𝓷 𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝒆𝓬𝓱𝓸𝒆𝓭