I raised my eyes and stared at the black tower that reached the sky. Someone murmured to me: "Go and climb the tower. Climb that tower and the gods will fulfill your wish."
But what is my wish? I don't remember.
In a daze, I heard "Don't let... Wither..."
It was my voice, I recognized it.
Don't let what wither? Flowers or grass.
In the process of climbing the tower, I lost many people and things, and my wishes became more and more.
I can only go up.
Finally, I climbed the tower. There was no god at the top, only a mirror.
When the midnight clock rang, the sun, moon and stars moved around, the purple irises withered on the tower, and the mirrors bloomed on the ground, I saw myself.
Intention: growth