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The idolatry of the city has created pleasure without sacrifice, and the trail of the serpent crawls over them all. The spires and towers of the city are spun from dimensions of hierarchy and vanity. They do not really exist, but they partition the faceless crowd. When a mirror is blemished it will not show a face. When there is sin in a mortal, the mortal cannot behold God. These monuments are but a handful of sand cast in rebellion against the Flood, the Infinite, the pathless labyrinth of eternity.
There is a riot outside the tower but inside you hear nothing at all.
