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Tower light - working title

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Perhaps the greatest sin in the world, is the unyielding thirst for knowledge. The never ending need to explore avenues to which man has never trekked before, and become the first to expose hidden truths to the world. but as i have learned only recently to my dismay, and far too late to save myself or my sanity, is that, that sin can be far greater then even god above can forgive.

It was the middle of the march when i boarded that airplane bound for the states that this macabre tale starts i suppose, though in days past i would have noted to the reader of this digest a certain number of strange telephone calls i had received from Anonymous  persons, some of which never said more then hello before simply hanging up. I was baffled by these strange events and found myself wondering about it late at night.

As I bored the plane i had no intentions that my small business trip would take much more time then any of my previous trips; two to three days at length. but i was surprised to find that when i had landed in the Seattle SeaTac airport, that my flight had not even been scheduled to land. They called it a simple misinformation after several hours of interrogation and bag checking. Finally around 1am on the 22nd,  i reclined gratefully into the bed of the Josefina hotel. While not the accommodations I was used to back in Berkly square, the meager room provided comfort after a long and arduous day that was teeming with drama and all the trappings that came with it.

As I rolled onto my side and gazed out my southern facing window, my eyes fell on a rather magnificent sight. a lighthouse far in the heart of the city, likely miles away from where i lay resting. I watched as it's shining blue light twinkled brightly in the fog filled early morning hours of the day, and before I knew, I was out of my bed in only gown and cap and starring fixedly at the strange light. My gaze, transfixed. I would say likely unblinking as when the light went out abruptly come twenty minutes later, my eyes were sore and dry. I lay down to sleep, and never again that night think about the strange sight.

The next morning I found myself near the Pioneer square station having taken the wrong bus in trying to get to my meeting. I was on the phone with my colleagues who had come before me for the conference and was asking them how to get to the building in question, when my gaze turned skyward looking for a land mark.

There it was. At the top of the thirty story building was the shining light that I had seen the night before and all but forgotten in the morning upon waking. But this was no lighthouse at all. It was a building that seemed under construction as there were workers in bright colored construction workers vests and hard hats outside. I told my friend over the phone that I would be at the conference as soon as possible and she confirmed she would be there all morning and to hurry up a bit. I hung up the phone and walked to the workers. I asked them point blankly what that light at the building was, but they acted as if they had no idea what I was talking about. I pointed, and they refused to look.

This, in and of it's self was odd to me, and yet it also sparked the most basic and primal human tenancies. Fear, and curiosity. Both have been the downfall of better men then I. All too soon, I felt their clawing grip ensnare me and refuse to let me go.

After the meeting that afternoon, having found my way back to this exact building, I walked to the building and saw more workers, different this time working on a grate in the street. one of the workers a portly man with rather large lips and two bulging gray eyes looked at me as i approached. "Excuse me": I said politely "but I was wondering if you could tell me what that light is atop this building" They looked at each other worry flickered over their faces for a brief moment and they too, refused to answer, one even going as far as to ask me if i was one of the crazy homeless what walked the streets at all hours. I was quite perturbed by this and told the man off. surely a street ruffian would not be wearing Armani, nor carrying a briefcase.

After being turned away from the building I walked a few blocks to the north and turned around to gaze at the building again, was I imagining it? could I really have been making the whole thing up? I stopped a person randomly onn the street and asked them, if they too saw it. Their answer was most peculiar "best not to be askin that question to long" said the old man, I asked him why, and he only said "Curiosity aint a sin yet, but it should be."

I was most perplexed by this as his words filled me with a sense of dread. That evening as I sit in my hotel room, I chanced a glance out the window, that light was still there, now lower to my eyes however, as I was not only atop a hill in downtown, but also on the fourth floor of the josifia. My eyes fell on the strange light again and i found myself soon at the window, to me, only moments had passed, but the light went out, and i found my eyes had been tearing, i rubbed them till the soreness went away, and looked toward the clock on my bedside table. it read 2AM.

this was impossible, it had been 6 when last I looked at that clock! How could it be that I had been standing there for so long without even noticing?

The next night I took a careful mark of the time on a slip of paper and gazed toward the enchanting light again, When it finally went out i turned to my clock, and again it read 2AM. but my writing had started I began gazing at exactly 8 o'clock that evening. By this time I was baffled and my feet and legs both sore from apparently standing at my window for hours on end. I had developed a bad headache and a sensitivity to light.

I went back to the building one late evening to find it deserted, my curiosity getting the better of me in ventured into the revolving doors that seemed to be working though there was no one at the front desk, nor even along the corridors as i walked. My tension mounted as I neared an elevator and pressed the highest floor I could reach. Once there, inside of the dark building, I had my last chance to turn back. But I had to know what it was that somehow no one seemed to know about. no one wanted to know about more likely.

I found a staircase toward the back of the building that lead even higher, my first sign of something strange should have been the startling lack of people in this building. absolutely no one roamed this building, worked or even patrolled these halls. only tenribris filled the halls where there should be laughter and comeradery of workers and the like. But no one greeted me, stopped me, and by god I wish they had.

the stairs let to the top floor and soon in the frigged air i found my way to the top of the tower, a very thin ladder that lead around the back of the building. I suppose a lesser then I never would have entered the building at all, least of all climbed that ladder and gazed into what had so entrapped my heart. To describe what shimmering thing danced in the unearthly light would have been to gaze upon the countenance of god himself. Yet as I stare transfixed, All time slows to a crawl. Nothing moves in the city below, nothing in the skies above. the moon and the sun never raise nor set, for all that mattered was this shining antiquity that I now gazed upon...

Sadly. I never saw the creature, nor heard it's cries that filled the night as my eyes were fixed unblinking on the thing in that tower. I never knew as I was whisked away from there by some unseen force, nor even still why I found myself in my present state in the dark underground metropolitan city that I now reside in. Once, every now and again, I am allowed to raise above the service streets to gaze upon my lord with reverence with the rest of my brothers and sisters, however the time in between seem dark and lonely without it's light to guide me... I pray that one day soon, those who dwelt here would take their eyes off an outsider like myself... and allow me to slip away into the night to drink in it's magnificence for myself, all alone... with no one to bother us at all... just me, and that shining light of cosmic origins unknown to the likes of those above on the surface.
god this thing is such crap.

this is the last time i will write, i am srs.
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This is pretty magnificent.