So through endless twilights I dreamed and waited, though I knew not what I waited for. Then in the shadowy solitude my longing for light grew so frantic that I could rest no more, and I lifted entreating hands to the single black ruined tower that reached above the forest into the unknown outer sky. And at last I resolved to scale that tower, fall though I might; since it were better to glimpse the sky and perish, than to live without ever beholding day.
This is what runs through my head when I open my fridge for a 3am snack.
You successfully climb the tower! Sitting on a plinth among the crenellations at the top is a CAN of BAKED BEANS. Exits are DOWN and JUMP.
^^so true! #hopeposting #despaircelsbtfo^^ ^^ :p^^
You descend the tower once more, the shadow cast by the CAN looming over you as you return to the nondescript spiral staircase your forebears did a poetry about. Are you sure you don't want to GET the BEANS? Exits are STILL DOWN and BACK UP.