“So what is it?” Anton examined the unusual device, a constantly rotating metal circle with an hourglass in the center.
“It’s a fourth dimensional compass. You know how a standard compass points due north and south. Well, a fourth-dimensional compass points at the beginning and end of Time. The Big Bang and the End of Everything, I guess.”
“Why is it spinning?”
“It’s pointing at a direction that can’t really be expressed in three dimensions, from our standpoint it’s in perpetual motion.”
“Then what does that mean?” Anton pointed.
The stately rotation of the compass was slowing to a halt.
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