The tower held its breath.
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A woman came once, hair silver with too many winters, eyes bright as storm-swept glass. She carried nothing but a small wooden box. She climbed without haste. Each landing offered a new temptation—voices of laughter, visions of lost children, the warmth of forgivable sins—but she kept climbing. On the third stair a phantom lover waited; on the seventh, a city recreated around a single perfect day. She walked by each as though they were props in a play already finished. The tower held its breath
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It did not look like a place of joy. It was a jagged needle of black obsidian, twisting impossibly high into the clouds. To the outside world, it was a cursed place. Legends said that thousands of years ago, a civilization achieved total perfection, a state of eternal bliss, and simply... stopped. They had built the tower to house the source of their happiness, and in doing so, had erased their own need to exist.