The Golden Ascent

In the dream of ascent, the path is not stone but tiered shadow, each widely spaced step leading into an infinite blackness. A flowing curtain of golden light streaks hangs in the air, a shimmering veil to be passed through. Beyond it, an abstract structure glows with an inner orange light, its gentle lines curving upwards, converging at a distant vanishing point. It is a silent invitation to climb towards a destination that dissolves as it is approached, a staircase built from the memory of light itself.