"The sun was beginning to sink below the horizon when the trail made one final abrupt turn. Ahead of them rose the Spire of Naerath. The tower stood alone against the sky, washed in the warm tones of dusk—slender and austere, its ancient stone walls lit by the golden glow of twilight. Its peak cut into the high clouds, as if the structure did not fully belong to the earthly world, but only touched it just enough to remain standing."