In the attic of the cosmos, where dust dances like forgotten dreams, a ladder whispers secrets of the stars. Silver threads weave through its form, kissing the edges of wind and night sky.
Within the rungs, shadows of past echoes linger, trapped between the whispers of solitude and the quiet embrace of moonlight. One step holds a thousand journeys, stitched in silence, awaiting the weight of dreams to unfold.
Beyond this ethereal structure, the sky paints a tapestry of unspoken stories, unwritten on waves of blue and gray. Each cloud, a silent witness, draped over the creaking balcony of heaven's door.
As you climb, remember the heartbeats hidden in the scale beneath your touch, a multitude of unseen ladders bridging earth to sky, woven from the sinews of lingering silence.