Grandfather used to speak of a final summer before the clouds descended and refused to leave. Descending past the twentieth floor, it is hard to imagine these algae-covered balconies were once sun-drenched sanctuaries. In this new reality, the "changing weather" wasn't just a storm, it was a permanent embrace of the tides that turned our skyline into a reef. Drifting through the gloom, the silence offers a final, heavy lesson. Nature didn't destroy our ambition; she simply reclaimed it when we refused to listen. This submerged tower stands as a testament to the truth we learned too late, we must preserve nature before we are warned, for once the warning arrives, it is often already the end.
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