albedo
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“I stand tall.
On the dead.
This is height.”
Height built on death.
Bodies fused into living tower.
Faces screaming from walls.
Top crowned in false glory.
It stacked failure upon failure.
It believed height was the throne.
It was not.
The Tower of Fused Corpses is the moon-scorched dream of height.
It stacked failure to reach the sky.
It reached only its own weight.
It is the monument that will fall on itself
Sealed form. No further transmutation.
The Tower of Fused Corpses is the monument to stacking.
It built height from death.
It believed the top was the Castle.
It is the warning: build on corpses, and the corpses build on you.
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