The towers he built were magnificent, but they were hollow. People who lived in them reported a strange, clinical depression. The Solstice Tower, for all its beauty, was so perfectly reflective that birds dashed themselves against its windows by the thousands.
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The ink on the contract didn't look like blood; it looked like expensive, midnight-blue silk. Elias, a failing architect whose blueprints were as empty as his bank account, stared at the man sitting across from him in the dimly lit corner of the city’s oldest library. The towers he built were magnificent, but they were hollow
"The Vision," the man replied. "You will see the world not as it is, but as it could be. Every stone will speak to you. Every beam will know its place. You will be the greatest builder this century has ever seen." Elias signed. Share more (like Faust or The Picture of Dorian Gray )
"I don't want your soul, Elias," the man said, his voice smooth as polished marble. "That’s a poet’s fiction. I want your work. I want the next ten years of your hands."
Elias began to notice that his hands were no longer his own. When he tried to draw a simple sketch for his niece—a small wooden bird—his fingers refused to move. They would only draw cold, perfect lines of steel and stone. He stopped visiting his family because their faces looked "unstructured" to him. He stopped eating food he couldn't measure, and eventually, he stopped sleeping, terrified that a dream might be asymmetrical.