InterStrait Skyscraper

The Tower That Dreamed in Time

He didn’t walk through a building.
He walked through a nation’s soul.

Every level was a century,
every room—someone’s afterlife.

He stood in the Tang court,
sat in a Qing shadow,
ran fingers across bricks that held dynasties.

He wasn’t learning history.
He was remembering something
he’d never lived—
but somehow always knew.

And when he reached the top,
it wasn’t pride he felt—
but longing.
For all that had been,
and all we still hadn’t built.