Tall masonic landmarks, found in Washington DC. It makes one wonder, what the heck these things mean?

In the heart of earth, a great divide, where whispers echo side to side. Beneath the sun's warm, tender glow, a carved tale from long ago.

A dirty haze coats the horizon, staining the skyline brown. On days where pollution is so high, you'll probably wanna leave town!

A legend or key is usually needed for me, while an unflowered rose may join as well. I shrink things for scale, sometimes I have coordinates, other times a grid. I can hold the world and all its features, while depth and height hide between my lines.

I must admit, I'm at a loss, this riddle word, it gives me pause. At a risk, I riddle this: Final Fantasy 10's labyrinthian trials, seemed to go on for miles! If you're still unsure, think of this: a monastery where nuns live.