The first time I came across the tower I was rightfully hesitant. I heard the stories growing up, that it was beyond explanation and comprehension and as deep as my imagination goes I never could have prepared myself for what happened after that first step. My eyes flooded over, my body began to weaken and wither. Fear; my steps turn to leaps, leaps into bounds, I’m dying. The world vibrates around be as blast of through the corridor. As I ascend higher the walls and steps separate and break away from reality and the room becomes everything. Love crashes over me like waves of warm magma as I make my way to the door. It’s locked.