The tower loomed in the distance.
At some point, the surrounding area turned so hot, that the living flesh scalded off the young man's bones. Yet, he continued to march. Pushed by nothing but his sheer will, he pressed forward, set on uncovering the mysteries that plagued him.
"Who am I?" Speaking without a sound, the young man made a step. His bones started to catch fire.
"Where am I?" Under the force of intense hit, his bones started to corode. Rather than melting away, their solid material was just sizzling away at this point.
"What is this place?" The young man's skeleton failed. Yet he continued forward. Leaving behind a pile of bone-dust, his exposed soul refused to buckle.
"And what is this feeling?" The young man could clearly sense the constant feeling of urgency, the constant afterecho of the words he experienced before.
