[X] Plan: Tower of Pride
That which dares bridge between heaven and hell.
We are somewhere. We are something? Are we… cold?
[X] No, we are warmed by the sun…or was it molten rocks?
We are the light, drinking both earth's incandescent blood and the sky's shining breath.
There is something to be done. Something important. Do we know what it is?
[X] Something about our place in the world?
Let all see us and our glory, and rejoice or despair as they will.
There's a sound filtering in, from somewhere. It's…
[X] The soft swoosh of waves, and some kind of clicking and clacking.
We stand as a lighthouse, our light shining on the sea, for all to seek and be denied.
The… Out? Doors? They are…
[X] On all sides. We stand alone, the only way is down
Our egress is at our peak, and we grow taller by pushing upwards from below.
Are we anything else?
[X] No.
Perfection should be something as simple as possible, and only itself.
You have a nagging feeling. In the back of your… head?, you feel an urge to…
[X] Consume. It's there, like an angry sibling knocking urgently on a bathroom door.
To build to heaven, we must mine to hell. Hollow the depths and erect it into the sky.