The next morning arrived without additional disturbance.  Sounds of birds chirping and insects could be heard throughout the campsite.  The morning sun was blocked by the growing clouds in the distance.  Cool winds and dark clouds signaled approaching rain.<br/><br/>On the canyon floor, the stony tower in question was visible.  Wider at the base, it slowly narrowed toward its apex, where it terminated in jagged stone splinters.  The valley dropped so deeply into the earth that the cliff walls on either side block direct sunlight.  The overhanging cliffs, towering impressively and hide what shelters deep in the defile, the tower.  The spire stood equidistant from either canyon wall.  The tower reached nearly 100 meters from broad base to jagged tip but was still shadowed by the massive cliffs on either side. A low, dry-mortared building squats against the west side of the spire.  The single story structure is obviously old but does not share the stonework quality of the tower.  A single dark opening provided access to the building’s western side.  The east side had large steel double doors with signs of rust and scratches over tis surface.<br/><br/>The ever present psychic lure from the tower was there.  Occasionally, a bird or forest animal approached the tower.  On contact with the stone walls, they would disappear without a trace.