Looks like the tower is trying to eavesdrop on the clouds.

The tower rose like a needle threading the endless blue above Black Mountain. It seemed almost out of place—an artifact of human necessity amidst the sprawling forest. The trees below swayed slightly, as if whispering secrets to one another about this metal intruder. And yet, there was something poetic about it—a structure designed to connect people standing so solitary among nature's quiet indifference. I walked further along the path, the air thick with the scent of eucalyptus and the occasional burst of birdsong. The city felt far away now, though I knew it lay just beyond the next hill. It was strange how proximity could feel like distance when framed by so much stillness.