grayscale drawing. a white tower looms over a plain of scattered objects. the shadows are long and harsh.

you have waited so fucking long. nothing ever comes of just waiting. you know why they built the tower of babel? so that it could be struck down. humanity could not split itself so deeply on its own.

you have been waiting for a disaster that would force your hand. you will awaken in a world long gone. the cataclysm has washed over you. you made it painlessly. the only way out was not through. the dust has settled on a deserted earth, littered with unrecognizable remnants of eras past, and you sigh in relief looking at the debris.