Lawn                                                                           
 
 
 
The sun is very low now, and as long as you stand in this exact spot with your head in this exact position, it shines straight through the tower's arches and into your eyes, so that you're standing right on its gargantuan shadow's axis of symmetry and staring directly into the center of its magnificent silhouette. It is gorgeous. This is a transcendent moment of perfect alignment, one which you wish you could prolong indefinitely, but now your eyes are starting to hurt. You should stop staring at the sun.
 
The Ascent of the Gothic Tower
An Interactive Fiction by Ryan Veeder
Release 1 / Serial number 140831 / Inform 7 build 6L02 (I6/v6.33 lib 6/12N)
 
Lawn
The hill on this side of the river is a wide lawn with only a few trees, seemingly designed for the purpose of offering a clear view of the tower. Down the hill to the west, the streetlamps are already turned on over the bridge, like runway lights marking the path up to: the tower.
 
You feel like there are spots like this all over town that exist only to make people notice this tower, and yet as far as you can tell, you're the only one who's as obsessed with the tower as you are.
 
A couple of kids are sitting on a blanket nearby, pawing at each other like there's nobody else around—and wouldn't that be nice?
 
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