The pendulum had hung on the Zifeng Building for a very long time, how long exactly it did not know, for it had no concept of time - a second, a year, a decade, or a hundred years were all the same to it. As an agricultural harvesting machine, what need did it have for the concept of time?
Hence, it swung there, back and forth, enduring the battering of rain and the blowing of wind, as verdant moss slowly crept over its body, making it seem as if it were a part of this planet.
If nothing unexpected occurred, it would remain a pendulum until the destruction of this planet.
