There were other mysteries too. The lamp that wouldn't go out—
—and the drink that wouldn't get cold.
But once I touched them, the lamp went out and drink got cold as usual.
So time was passing. Things were simply staying unchanged, until I touched them...
No matter the room, the clock kept ticking. Unevenly, but still.
*CRACKLE*
*ZZZT*
A horizontal laser stretched out ad infinitum.
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