No one knew what they’d find at the top of the tower. A monstrous dragon with fiery breath perhaps. A fearsome demon with eyes all red. A god with thunderbolts in either hand. But just imagine—if they could ride the dragon, they’d conquer all their enemies; if they could tame the demon they’d have slaves till the end of time; if they could control thunderbolts then everybody would fear them. It was worth climbing those thousand steps, worth carrying a thousand stones, worth ignoring those who fell from lofty heights before the end. Then the tower fell. They lost.