It is said that summits aren't always visible. They hide behind fogs of complacency, shadows of doubt curling over the paths once tread brightly by confident footfalls. They nod in recognition of abandoned aspirations, ghosts whispering through the chill between the stones.
As I scale this unseen cliff, my footfalls are cautious, each step deliberate in the fading light of certainty. What lurks just beyond the veil? A phantom guide? An unkind fate? I sense the air thickening, intuition sharpened to a near unbearable edge, carving through doubts as blades through sinew.
Haunting and beautiful, the ascent calls forth the very marrow of my spirit. I grip the essence of what was and what could be — a spectral tapestry woven into the very fabric of this cryptic trail. What awaits at this top of the unseen? Only silence answers, a companion to the foreboding hum of clarity.
Revelation Trail Echoes of the Abyss