A large tower stretches high into the sky. It is made of gray stone blocks, some of which have softened edges illustrating aged signs of wear. Sparse grass grows around the base of the tower, dwindling down to nothing near the dark open doorway at the tower's front. A few rays of light shine into the doorway and brighten a rough stone floor, with specks of dust being illuminated by the sun's rays.
In Front of a Stone Tower, Outside Tower
worker
a frog
I used to be a tadpole, but that changed when I grew legs and began hopping. Now I'm a frog. Ribbit!
excuse me? I take offense to that! Oh, sorry I did not mean to offend. It's just that I am supposed to be working here, and frogs keep interrupting me!