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The dials spun counter clockwise back into time on a large old wooden chime clock. It's broad base stands mighty on the floor, made of dark auburn thick heavy oak wood. It towers in an unknown living room. Looking left of the megalithic clock upon the hallway against a beige wall, there is an opening into a kitchen with a dining room table and dining set not unusual in any typical household. In front of the clock is a bland white couch made of coarser thread and to the right of the couch is a living room TV set spanning across a 5 foot wall ending close to where the kitchen begins on the adjacent wall. It is as you would suspect, a typical living room dining room area.

As the dials spun with lightening quickness backwards, time went backwards, back into time. The room swirls with objects of the environment, memories come back to life like yesterday with the force of a freight train barreling down a long dark railroad in the middle of the night. Then the dial stopped suddenly, nothing was out of place in the living room or kitchen as if nothing had changed. It was 5 minutes before midnight and with each click of each second resounding through the living room. A plethora of realizations came to form in conscious thought to arise a series of epiphanies with each passing minute.

The clock struck midnight. Each toll, a dull c sharp bell in lower tone, struck through the living space over and over again. The second dial stopped on midnight with the minute dial and hour dial. It is still there on midnight and the hairs of my arms and legs still stand on end.

Description
The dials spun counter clockwise back into time on a large old wooden chime clock. It's broad base stands mighty on the floor, made of dark auburn thick heavy oak wood. It towers in an unknown living room. Looking left of the megalithic clock upon the hallway against a beige wall, there is an opening into a kitchen with a dining room table and dining set not unusual in any typical household. In front of the clock is a bland white couch made of coarser thread and to the right of the couch is a living room TV set spanning across a 5 foot wall ending close to where the kitchen begins on the adjacent wall. It is as you would suspect, a typical living room dining room area.

As the dials spun with lightening quickness backwards, time went backwards, back into time. The room swirls with objects of the environment, memories come back to life like yesterday with the force of a freight train barreling down a long dark railroad in the middle of the night. Then the dial stopped suddenly, nothing was out of place in the living room or kitchen as if nothing had changed. It was 5 minutes before midnight and with each click of each second resounding through the living room. A plethora of realizations came to form in conscious thought to arise a series of epiphanies with each passing minute.

The clock struck midnight. Each toll, a dull c sharp bell in lower tone, struck through the living space over and over again. The second dial stopped on midnight with the minute dial and hour dial. It is still there on midnight and the hairs of my arms and legs still stand on end.