Well, sometimes you get down... life. It is a moment of a bitter reflection, of passing days and passing time. Of who you are with. Of time, space and your point in it.

Bitter, bitter, brick by brick a wall is built. Should it just shelter, or imprison? A lofty tower, indeed. Up on the horizon, a spire of doom and sorrow. Entire mountain of frozen shadows.

Within in, deep inside the secret laboratory, the mind resides. With monsters outside, how can it go out? Indeed, the very shadows threaten its peace, veil its judgement. Soon, even the windows are barred.

A high tower looms over horizon, solid mountain of steel and stone. Around it, there is a desert of broken dreams. Empty. Silent. Motionless.

Do you see it with your eyes? Entire world, galaxy, universe devoid of life. And only on a single planet, a single building remains. The Ultimate Solitude.
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Entire millenia have passed, and the tower became even more silent. Dust. Dust covered everything.

And deep within the secret laboratory, an insane mind screamed with pain. Inside a room of sound-proof walls.