Many videographers, streamers, journalists, philosophers, and researchers have tried to explain the appearance of this thing,this Tower,simultaneously across the entire globe.
But an absolute certainty unites them all:it did not appear.
One might believe it to be an optical illusion,a cosmic mirage projected by a rift in human perception.
But no.The Tower exists.
It was not built.It did not emerge.It declared itself,brutally,within the fabric of reality —
like a fundamental variablereactivated in the equation of the universe.
A black pillar.Geometrically perfect.Square-based.
Tall? Maybe.Infinite? Probably.Measurable? Impossible.
For it bends the space around itself,rendering any attempt at measurement...obsolete.
Its surface is smooth,yet crossed by straight, telluric lines,like dimensional conduction circuits.
No symbols.No writing.Only marks —as if engraved by gravity itself.
At its base: a mist.Thick.Ashen.Almost conscious.
It reacts to thoughts.Slows local time.Swallows sound.Disrupts all technology.
Some claim those who pass through it...lose their most fragile memories.
Theorists think it acts as an Axis anchor:an interdimensional singularity,capable of resonating with all planes simultaneously.
Mystics say it is an entity.A black consciousness.Not hostile.Just... indifferent.
Other inexplicable phenomena followed.
Solitary animalsstarted forming packs.
Mass migrations began without apparent cause,all directed towards isolated, deserted, forgotten zones.
Domestic animals, meanwhile,seemed in a permanent panic.
They refused to go out.They fled the light.They hid in the darkest corners —
as if something outside,was calling them...or watching them.
The flora was no less strange than the faunawith the emergence of inexplicable phenomena.
Around the areas touched by the mist,certain plants grew at abnormally high speeds.
Flowers changed colors within hours.
Others developed features they never had before:thorns where there were none,geometric patterns on their petals,or a nocturnal retreat behavior...in broad daylight.
Yet, some facts suggestedthat this mist was neither malevolent...nor truly harmful.
Most electronic or mechanical devicesceased functioning on contact —as if neutralized.
Yet earlier that day,an old man with a pacemakerhad crossed its edge without any incident.
No shutdown.No pain.Nothing.
Even infantsand young childrenseemed spared.
So...was it protecting something?Or protecting itself?
Was the mist itself conscious?Or was the Tower controlling it?Or maybe...something else,above,still?
Scientists were the first to fall silent.
Not out of caution.But because they had nothing to say.
Astrophysicists, climatologists, geologists, conspiracy theorists...all looked at the same data.
And none could understand it.
TV panels went silent.Articles stopped at phrases like:"We do not yet have enough hindsight."
Then came the sighs.Then the blank stares.Then... nothing.
Terms like singularity, dimensional rupture,or cosmic interface were uttered.
None lasted more than a minute.
Was it human incompetence?An inability to grasp the depth of an Absolute?
If not... then what?
That was the question many asked worldwide.
But little by little,rumors began to circulate.
Military forces,secret services,governments...
Something was starting to move.
Slowly.Discreetly.
As if silence was no longer enough.
The media had not yet spoken,or only in vague, cautious terms.
Leaks here and there.Some blurry photos circulated online:
Military convoysdiverted from their usual routes.Zones overflown by unidentified drones.Sudden outagesin some surveillance networks.
Officially, nothing had changed.
But in the interstices of silence,gears of another kindstarted turning again.
Humanity did not understand what it was seeing...so, as often,it began preparing to strike.
And then...citizens understood.
A decision had been made.
Government agents,from various departments,began evacuating residences locatedwithin a one-kilometer perimeteraround the "structure,"as they called it.
In most cases,the operation proceeded calmly.
Explanations.Tense looks.Tired faces.
But elsewhere,fear dominated.
And where words failed,it was screams,blows,threats,and terrorthat took over.
Airspace was restricted in several regions.
Roads, rails, and communicationswere suspended within a growing radius.
Buffer zones were set up,delimited by mobile barriers,armed checkpoints,surveillance drones.
And despite all this...nothing seemed to reassure the populations.
The mist did not recede.The Towers remained frozen.
But the anxiety,it,advanced.
Despite the rapid implementation of these emergency protocols,a feeling of helplessnesspersisted across all layers of society.
Military helicoptersrefused to approach too close.
Satellite imagesbecame less and less usable —too distorted,too unstable.
Entire zonesbecame pockets of digital shadow,as if the Tower itselfwas rewriting the data structure around it.
Scientific experts received no concrete data anymore.Telecommunications engineerscomplained of disturbances never seen before.And generals...stayed in the background.
Everything seemed perfectly locked down.Too much, even.
The Towers neither retaliated,nor interacted.
They showed no signs of consciousness.But they had not ignored humanity either.
They simply let it flail...like a childhitting the side of a monument.
And it was in this total void of explanation,this irreversible silence,that world leaders finally decided...to talk to each other.
They entered the restricted zone,escorted silentlyby heavily armed agents.
Some had hard eyes,others slow steps.
All were there for the same thing:to decide what to do in the face of the undecidable.
A strange meeting,composed of profiles never seen sitting at the same table.
Scientists.Historians.Cosmologists.Mystics.Generals.Heads of special services.Diplomats.And even a few presidents.
All gathered...not by conviction,but by lack of explanation.
And at the center of this improbable meeting,two questions stoodlike immobile monuments:
— What is it?— What now?
No one had yet dared to break the silence.
Because they all knew...no answer would come without consequences.
— It is a Tower of Babel,said the man in a sober robe,hands clasped on the table.
Not a divine construction...but a fracture.An attempt.An anomaly.