Karma Wheel

Day 3: Karma Wheel
I continue walking down this pathway, only able to see a faint light in the distance.
What's gonna be at the end of this? More questions about humanity?

After finally approaching the light, I had my answer. It was a busy street, filled with pedestrians ambling, children playing, and vendors bartering. I can tell I'm in a market street, but I can't make out what anyone's saying.  Hopefully I don't seem too out of place.

For what this place is, nothing seems unusual, except for the decorative spinning wheels adorned with a floral pattern. They seem to pulse and make drum noises with every step I take.

As I continue walking, the drums beating to each step I take, the streets get busier, and I feel more glances in my direction. I start to run down the street, the pulsing matching my footsteps perfectly.

I'm forced to stop at a dead end. The wall before me is covered in several of the spinning wheels, covered in flowers, ornate tiles, and various other cultural symbols.

As I try to turn around, I notice that the market street I was in before is no longer there. Rather, I was surrounded completely by the wheels, still beating to every step I made.

Instead of trying to break free from this, I decided to stay there, taking in the sight of these objects, appreciating their craft, trying to interpret the meaning behind each detail, and thinking of the people who put that meaning into them.

I don't know how long I was standing there, but I know it ended with a bright light emitting from the ground, where I saw the same bright circle from before flash yet again, taking me to another place.