Today's OneWord: Watchtower

The watchtower was crumbling beneath the guardian's feet, and he swayed and stumbled to keep upright while the others continued to sleep. And the soldiers were all shaking from their nightmares far away, where the grass was brown and dying and the sky forever gray.

It was imminent, the falling, the collapse of the old nation - a new cry for reformation and a new civilization. And the guardian would finally tumble from his sad monolith, where the stone would turn to dust, dust to nothing, life to myth.