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The higher I climb, the hotter I engage. I cannot escape from my crystal cage.
The stack just might be sent all over. Full of what's new, yet it's nearly obsolete.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?
What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?
I have rivers without water. Forests without trees. Mountains without rocks. Towns without houses.
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.