The mesa's cliffs were as smooth and shiny as glass and perfectly straight, as if cut by a fine saw. The four men felt awed by the massive structure towering above them, at least a thousand feet high. They paused to marvel for a while, all feeling a tinge of fear that the whole thing might topple over on them. Eventually, each man had to look away, dizzy, their senses overcome by the mesa's unnatural, looming presence.

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