<Towers are made of stone.>


    <What? You expected the revelation of something else?>


    <Some supramaterial that could break the laws of physics and magic?>


    <Well, you are wrong.>


    <You are correct.>


    <But you are wrong.>


    <Towers are made of stone. And stone is made of words.>


    <As is iron, bronze, steel, jelly, oobleck, cosmic latte, water, and barriers of magic.>


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    <Then, towers are made of words.>


    <Genius deduction there, I''m sure.>


    <But not quite.>


    <Towers are made of stone, and everything else. And they in turn are made of words.>


    <Thus, the words say something, don''t they?>


    <Well, they do. You''d have to speak to the others on what they say about themselves.>


    <But our tower says this:>


    There are five plinths, and they are here.


    There are six letters, and they are not here.


    When the time is right, they will be.


    There are blank walls, and orange floors.


    There is a large, obsidian door.


    And in time, there will not be.