"The sun was beginning to descend on the horizon when the trail made one final, abrupt curve. Ahead of them rose the Spire of Naerath. The tower stood alone against the sky tinged by the warm hues of the evening—slender and austere, with walls of ancient stone illuminated by the golden brilliance of the twilight. Its top cut the high clouds, as if the construction did not belong entirely to the earthen world, but seemed to touch it only enough to remain standing."