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::: Tall majestic grandfather clocks of multiple variety, strange little and large cuckoo clocks, ancient and interesting hand wound clocks, small clocks on leather or mettle bands, fine and frayed pocket watches.... they all sit in their place as if this space is a museum of the mechanisms. Strangely though not a peep of sound utters from any of the time pieces. Not a tick-tock of familiar time clicks can be heard. The strange circumstance of these broken clocks all seem to have come to rest on the hour of 11:53 p.m. But stranger still is the last clock we flash on before returning to the Egyptian plaza. One clock does not have a face, it does not have mettle or wooden built hands - yet it reads the same stopped time of seven minutes to midnight... This clock has its own illumination, this clock's time is written in numbers, this clock blinks in a sickly glowing green tone....!''</font> | ::: Tall majestic grandfather clocks of multiple variety, strange little and large cuckoo clocks, ancient and interesting hand wound clocks, small clocks on leather or mettle bands, fine and frayed pocket watches.... they all sit in their place as if this space is a museum of the mechanisms. Strangely though not a peep of sound utters from any of the time pieces. Not a tick-tock of familiar time clicks can be heard. The strange circumstance of these broken clocks all seem to have come to rest on the hour of 11:53 p.m. But stranger still is the last clock we flash on before returning to the Egyptian plaza. One clock does not have a face, it does not have mettle or wooden built hands - yet it reads the same stopped time of seven minutes to midnight... This clock has its own illumination, this clock's time is written in numbers, this clock blinks in a sickly glowing green tone....!''</font> | ||
| β | + | ==='''Ancient Eqypt, the '''[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giza_Plateau '''Giza Plateau'''] '''mid-morning'''=== | |
| + | :: In the pits below and to either side, sand from the shuffling run scatters onto the slave workers that toil in their years of construction on one of the world wonders to be... Up up up the steep slope and into the open air top of the pyramid the 5 ft. tall broad shouldered skinny man scampers, then down five, ten, twenty, fifty dangerously shallow stone-block stairs, finally stopping to pause up at the heated sun, as a bead of sweat drips from his long angular nose, as the good servant descends into the hollowed narrow passages below...<br> | ||
| + | :: Snatching an unlit torch he douses it in a vat of viscus liquid then strikes stone with stone, flaming the torch to light. Winding down the first tight hall then up an angled block ramp again the man comes to a doorway. The stone door mirrors that of the texture of the tons of rock all around and looming above. As he pushes, the slab door releases inward... <br> | ||
===''Within the temple, cool and musty, seven minutes to midnight''=== | ===''Within the temple, cool and musty, seven minutes to midnight''=== | ||
