A lone gunslinger trudged across a wasteland where reality frayed at the edges. The Tower loomed on the horizon, an impossible spire whose apex shimmered in endless twilight. Whenever he gazed upon it, his mind twisted with the knowledge that what he sought was beyond mortal grasp.
Yet he pressed on. Each step crunched over bones of old illusions, each shell in his revolver a reminder of the finite. Shadows whispered that he would never truly conquer that infinite spire, but he kept going. In the hush between heartbeats, he glimpsed that the real quest was not about possessing infinity, but daring to chase what could never be caught.
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