In the center of Mexico City stood a colossal, dark-brown tower, a kilometer tall, soaring straight into the clouds!
From a distance, it was impossible to tell what material this giant tower was made of. It was built crookedly, as if it were a haphazard stack of a child's building blocks, or perhaps an installation piece by a postmodernist artist in the vein of Dalí.
It was of inconsistent thickness, its surface either smooth or covered in wrinkles. Strange shapes resembling limbs and organs occasionally protruded from it, bringing to mind the biomechanical, fertility-cult-inspired spaceships from the Alien movies, or the fertility sculptures of indigenous tribes.
