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In the final century, everyone had nothing to do. Their ancestors had built tall towers, praised the towers, cursed and destroyed them, and by the time it came to this generation, nothing remained—neither the blueprints drawn during the construction of the towers nor the manuscripts of the poets who sang their praises had survived the flames. All the bricks and stones had been ground to dust and thrown back into the river, and even the flames of the burning and the machines that crushed the bricks had been buried. A void shadow loomed overhead like great clouds of books. The manuscripts of the poets who praised the towers had been consumed by fire, all the bricks had been ground to dust and thrown back into the river, and even the flames of the burning and the machines that crushed the bricks had been buried. A void shadow loomed overhead like great clouds of books. People continuously committed suicide, screaming as they fell from heights, or smiling as they walked towards the rushing river that buried the towers. The remaining people divided into several factions, attacking each other with the trowels used in the construction of the towers for amusement. A small group of individuals seriously discussed whether to rebuild a tower. This way of life continued for another century, until finally the devil took pity on these people and carried them all away along with the books.
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In the first century, they built the Tower of Babel. Engineers in long robes drew numerous architectural plans on sheepskin, so many that at that time all the goats would tremble upon seeing those dressed in white robes. Then, people dug mud from the riverbed to make bricks, following the plans, measuring all angles, moments, and structures. The laborers tightened their belts and silently stacked the bricks. The tower rose with the sun, taking a hundred years to reach the zenith
The Tower of Babylon
The first piece, during my high school years as a literary youth, was inspired by the works of Borges after reading them extensively
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In the second century, people gazed up at the tower. With this miracle completed, there was nothing left to do but to admire it. Poets composed various brilliant and resplendent immortal verses to praise this masterpiece; dancers lit bonfires around the tower, tirelessly performing sacred dances, with one person collapsing from exhaustion only to be replaced by another. People from all directions heard the news of this wonder on the wind, packed their bags, and traveled great distances to pay their respects. Poets composed various brilliant and resplendent immortal verses to praise this masterpiece; dancers lit bonfires around the tower, tirelessly performing sacred dances, with one person collapsing from exhaustion only to be replaced by another. People from all directions heard the news of this wonder on the wind, packed their bags, and traveled great distances to pay their respects. The ignorant did not know what to do in the face of this miracle, crying out in despair. This is the glorious century.
In the third century, people cursed the tower. They burned the tower with eyes that sparked with m.hetushu.com, attacking it and its builders with the most venomous words. The tower was declared a symbol of the devil, a source of evil. The judgment against the descendants of the tower's builders was carried out daily, and the only thing this judgment could increase was the hatred for the tower. Ultimately, the descendants of poets, dancers, and the tower's builders joined forces to topple the tower. With a thunderous crash, the entire world shook, and amidst the tremors, people danced and proclaimed the beginning of a new era. The judgment against the descendants of the tower's builders was carried out daily, and the only thing this judgment could increase was the hatred for the tower. Ultimately, the descendants of poets, dancers, and the tower's builders joined forces to topple the tower. With a thunderous crash, the entire world shook, and amidst the tremors, people danced and proclaimed the beginning of a new era