I toil away at this tower, lonely and debating on the floor so far below. I have risen higher than any building before me. I must still build further.
Brick after brick, mortar after mortar… If I run out, I’m not sure what I’d do. The ground, the ants of people, they feel comforting. If I run out, should I go to them? A fitting end, making someone happy, allowing them to fill my slot.
More bricks, no more time to debate.
I have to build higher… Maybe it’s a wizard tower? That’d be more more entertaining than another office building.