And so, it begins

Standing on a spire of stone blood red, in the midst of a shattered plateau of ivory surrounded by an ocean of tears on a planet of remorse. I wonder how I got here.
It's those many years, the only thing you saw from down below was unconquerable spire of bloodstone. And so, you'd climbed relentlessly, to conquer the invincible.
And now that I'm at the apex, I've realized. The climb was never the test, this ascent isn't victory.
It is now that the conquest actually begins.
For who can look at a sea of tears and say that they'll bring hope to every drop that ever exists?

And so it is unconquerable.

But, as I've been told, I'm undeniably stupid; the impossibility of a task is but a trivial footnote to me. Has always been.
It doesn't mean I will conquer it.
But it sure as hell means I'm going to try.
And either conquer, or die.

Let's get the dice rolling, the music playing, and dance the merry dance with Lilith herself.