A skylight! It had to be, what else could be up there that would need to be covered like that. It was so faintly irradiated, the casual observer would have to wonder how he could be so sure this was a skylight, but the man had hope. Nothing else empowers the human will quite like hope does. So with this hope in his heart, the man set out to reach for the sky. He kept the fires going, but drew them in closer to maximize the lighting he needed. He then began to stack books. One by one, he took thick books off the shelf and set them up in a square. The man then proceeded to make another square on top, with a smaller perimeter so that he would have a step. He would take stacks of more and more, carrying loads at a time to the base of his temple.
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They were smaller than most the others, and that was why he left them for last. Still, they would give him that extra room that he needed to make it, and that was all that mattered. Once again, the man found himself at the base of the tower, ready to embark on his final journey. He looked up at the temple before him, it was truly an amazing sight. The man wasted little time, however, in amazement, but rather made the quick ascent to the top. Nearly halfway to the top, the man heard a sound from down below. One of the chairs from the fire was nearly burned up, but one of the legs sticking out had yet to go up in flames. When the fire reached the connection between the leg and the seat, it didn’t take long for the leg to be broken off. It fell to the ground with a horrific sound, as it rolled twice, ever so gently resting against a book at the base of the tower. The man was awestruck for a moment before realizing that his time was limited. He raced to the top as below the fire consumed the first book and headed for another. Exponentially the number of books in flames increased. The fire climbed the levels of the tower after him, hot on the man’s heels. The base was nearly black as he reached the very top, quickly throwing the books below his feet as he reached for the
They were smaller than most the others, and that was why he left them for last. Still, they would give him that extra room that he needed to make it, and that was all that mattered. Once again, the man found himself at the base of the tower, ready to embark on his final journey. He looked up at the temple before him, it was truly an amazing sight. The man wasted little time, however, in amazement, but rather made the quick ascent to the top. Nearly halfway to the top, the man heard a sound from down below. One of the chairs from the fire was nearly burned up, but one of the legs sticking out had yet to go up in flames. When the fire reached the connection between the leg and the seat, it didn’t take long for the leg to be broken off. It fell to the ground with a horrific sound, as it rolled twice, ever so gently resting against a book at the base of the tower. The man was awestruck for a moment before realizing that his time was limited. He raced to the top as below the fire consumed the first book and headed for another. Exponentially the number of books in flames increased. The fire climbed the levels of the tower after him, hot on the man’s heels. The base was nearly black as he reached the very top, quickly throwing the books below his feet as he reached for the