I am here, against intergalactic law, because important, anonymous people grew tired of waiting. So the galaxies turn.
The Darkling’s tower is impenetrable to our technology, and thus, invaluable. Scientists observing the structure from the legal sanctity of space have learnt nothing. And so impatience has brought me to this planet, to my death.
It has been called their Tower of Babel, though nobody knows if they even have a God. They have a devil. I have seen it. I have seen the pit beneath the tower, and the indescribable thing within.
Are they imprisoning it? Or setting it free?
(Originally written for Lily Child's Friday Prediction)