whirling silently in space

The windmills ahead of them cut the sky into segments as they turned, great sails moving with an effortless sweep, down and up and down again.

"There was a mathematics problem I used to set," Hakkai said, watching them. "Does a point on the end of one of the spokes travel further while it's turning than a point further in towards the middle?"

Sanzou shrugged. "Does it matter? As long as you can't get off, you just have to keep on going."

Turn, sweep; up, round, down; the windmills are bounded by the sky, but they never leave their path.

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