Have you ever noticed how a single step carries with it a multitude of echoes?
The staircase you’re climbing is older than the dust settling quietly in forgotten corners.
As you ascend, allow the silence nestled between the stars to speak.
It never shouts out, but whispers. Encouraging you to notice the beauty in nothingness;
to feel each riser as a pause in a sentence written by the universe itself.
You're now halfway, ears straining to catch inklings of stardust tales.
Instead of conversations, you hear contemplation—silent dialogues written in the dew
on moonlit steps. You wonder if the stars whisper about forgotten dreams, or maybe...
they're just as curious about the secrets you've brought too.
And now at the top, you realize, the journey was in knowing it stood waiting all along.