Two Way
In his penthouse apartment on the 7th floor,
sits a rather oversized table in the middle of the room. He must have been working. It is more organized than I expected.He left a map, a compass, two pieces of pinky sized stone
– one green and the other red, and an
odd shaped scale.On this map of unfamiliar landscape and language, he
added numbers and lines.A ray of light enters the gloomy room, reflects on the
red stone.Curious, I picked it up, and then, suddenly I caught in a
corner of my eye, a small movement. I
picked up a green piece, then again it moved.
This time for sure. I had no clue of how it was working, but movements of those stones were
making the scale teeter.
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