They stood before the Tower. Once a construct of wonder, the Tower had led them to places unseen and unknown to their kind. Places of beauty and horror, honor and shame, betrayal and redemption. Of the many lives they’d lived there, this last had been the most decadent and the most disastrous.

And now they stood before the Tower as it died, undone by their own misguided efforts. The very pillar of their existence, the foundation of their many realities, was reduced to nothing more than a burning monument to the human ego. They had dared to call themselves gods, to live as gods, and the heavens had denied them.