A Vision of Choices: Part 2
You finally begin to approach the tower enough to make out it's details against the hot yellow sky. It is covered in a glass-like material, catching and reflecting the heat and light of the sun around it. As you draw closer, the ground around you becomes burnt and blackened, with sharp bits of glass worked into the terrain. The air is thick with the smell of fresh lightning and burnt wood.
When you finally reach the structure, you can find no door, and the tower stretches far higher than you can see from the ground. Searching for an entrance, and a respite from the crushing heat, you place your hand on the tower wall. It is impossibly cool to the touch, and without thinking, you press your body against it, desperate for anything other than the sweltering temperature. Too late you notice that you are unable to remove yourself, and your scream catches in your throat as your flesh begins to melt into the wall.
When you finally reach the structure, you can find no door, and the tower stretches far higher than you can see from the ground. Searching for an entrance, and a respite from the crushing heat, you place your hand on the tower wall. It is impossibly cool to the touch, and without thinking, you press your body against it, desperate for anything other than the sweltering temperature. Too late you notice that you are unable to remove yourself, and your scream catches in your throat as your flesh begins to melt into the wall.
