The tremendous, ridged glass peak stood mightily before the fortress of Saint Unique, a home for tortured souls, an immaculate castle situated against the water’s edge.
Nothing in, nothing out…. This had always been law. Steel warning signs were secured tightly by railroad spikes at every possible entrance. Yet, thrill seekers attempted the climb at least twice a season.
There is no help for the sick, those dying inside, their bodies still thriving no matter how disfigured their features, having attempted to climb the mount of glass against the warnings of those that knew them. The reward for arriving at the peak would’ve been the most pleasurable of all pleasures. But defeat was met feet from the top, the slippery slope denied any further grip sending its pursuers tumbling down the sharpest shards, ripping through their flesh, stopping only to allow their survival. A team of men formed together decades ago to retrieve their bodies and hide them within the walls of Saint Unique, providing medicine and sustenance to live. Yet, in such a condition, each remaining suitor stared hopelessly from their rock lined palace windows, wailing, scratching at the glass, begging for one last try. The erect alp was the only thing visible from St. Unique, adding to their torture.
Their desire after destruction brought on by one woman flaunting her success, the only person alive to have reached the top. Driven mad with delight, she too was brought to the castle. She danced through the halls, whistling and singing of her triumph. A crown of foil was placed around her head by the guardians, she perceived it to be the purest of gold. She knew nothing but joy, day in and day out.
“Long live King Colossal.” Stuttering, her eyes closed, then once again she began to dance.
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