As I approached the rock, the scene around me began to fade.
“No, wait,” I heard Whindel say, but when I turned to him, he his mouth was moving, but I couldn’t hear anything. I shrugged and continued to the stone.
Through the hole in the monolith I could see the sun rising over the ocean. Even though we had recently left the ocean, it was such a contrast from the desert we had been walking in.
No sooner did I think desert than I saw the desert through the hole. The image of the sea had vanished. Strange, though, I could see the wizard through the hole. He should have been behind me. He was waving frantically, but he faded away.
I turned and gasped.
I was not in the desert, I was at the seaside. I looked around, but the large rock with the eyehole was nowhere to be seen. Nor was the wizard.
“Water is the friend of the Fair Folk,” I said to myself.
I sat down and watched the sun as it set the water ablaze.
“Hold on,” I thought. “The sun should be rising, not setting.”
Standing back up and turning around, everything was strange. I had never been to this place. I could only assume that if the seeing rock could transport me to the Ocean, it could transport me to any Ocean and I was now on the far side of the world.
I was thinking about all of the places around the Pacific Ocean where I might be, when I saw the Moons rise.
Was I no longer on Earth, then?
As the sun set, a breeze came off the water and whispered in my ear. “You are still on what you call the Planet Earth, only you are not. There are infinite infinities in even the smallest space created from the points between the zero dimensional points. Each point, in each of these infinities, is a possibility. Each of these possibilities has an infinite amount of possibilities. And then…”
“Wait a second,” I said. “I feel like my brain is about to explode. I failed set theory, remember?”
“You have only moved the width of an electron, but are now in a different place. That is so over simplified, but will do for now.”
“And you elements are unchanged?”
“Although we are made of normal matter, we are not matter, we are abstractions, so yes.”
“My brain still feels like it’s going to explode as I wrap my mind around all of this. I can’t even think of how to ask questions.”
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