The Pale Tower

Sharp winds whistle across this stark white plain, stinging
the eyes along with the near-blinding rays of the reflected
sun. A great eruption of frozen ice rises in the distance—an
imposing pale tower crowned with icicles spearing into the
sky. Seemingly born of the land itself, an unbroken circular
wall of ice guards the tower’s base, with no means of entrance
visible. High above, a large gash opens in the tower’s bowl-like
crown, ringed in icy spikes and split by a massive plane of ice
resembling an inverted crescent moon.

The Pale Tower

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