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The local hazards didn't appreciate your architectural ambition. A circled the summit, and invading ghosts began phased through your foundation. Your tower swayed. It wasn't just about height anymore; it was about survival. The first few "bricks" were easy—brightly colored blocks
By noon, the "bricks" got weird. You weren't just stacking stones; you were balancing: