[ WP ] There is a tower at the edge of the world that no one has ever scaled . It has no doors or windows , but instead an open hole in the roof above the clouds . You hope to find out what is within .

My entire life I've been told the legend of'the Tower'. The legend never specifically states where the Tower is located, merely that it is at the very edge of the world. It speaks of a tower with stone as smooth as silk, a tower with no windows or doors, but instead a hole in the roof, hidden far above protected by the clouds themselves. It tells of how over the centuries adventurers have discovered the towers location and attempted to scale it, to no avail. Hundreds have tried, hundreds have fallen to their demise, never to be seen from again. I shall not join them in their fate. I shall succeed where they failed. I will find out what the tower so jealously guards. 
 
 It was on my 18th birthday that I set out on my adventure. My parents were sad to see me go because they truly did n't believe that the Tower existed, they believed it just a legend. They believed I'd die in my search for it. I planned to prove them and everyone else wrong. My adventure was a hard one, for years I searched the wastes with no luck, no money, barely any food a majority of the time and no companions. I did n't stay in one place for long as I mapped out the world, looking for its edge. It was 12 years after I left home that I discovered the slightest hint that the Tower even existed, I must admit that in that time I had begun to lose faith. With this clue my resolve was invigorated and I searched even harder. I searched and searched for another 8 years, but I never found another clue about the location of the Tower. 
 
 I gave up my search after 22 years of tirelessly scouring the globe for its edge. I found a small village and I bought a farm, I made a life for myself. I found someone to love, who loved me back and we had children. I told my children the legend of the Tower, I gave them everything I'd discovered about it or rather did n't discover, all in the hopes that they would finish what I started. As I lay there on my deathbed, my son came up to me and told me that he would find the Tower. With my last breath, I told him something I'd never told him before. 
 
 `` The tower is n't real son, it's a pipe dream, a fantasy. Do n't pursue it. Live your life happily. I love you.''
