HARP

sketchfab

The Infinite Staircase stretches on forever, its steps disappearing into the clouds like a heavenly ladder to nowhere. As I ascend, the air grows thinner and the sky darkens, yet still I climb, driven by an insatiable curiosity about what lies at the top of this endless flight. Each step is identical to the last, worn smooth by countless feet that have come before me. Yet despite their uniformity, they seem to shift and writhe beneath my feet like a living serpent, threatening to send me tumbling back down into the void. The staircase twists and turns, leading me through a maze of corridors and chambers that defy logic and reason. Doors open onto vistas of breathtaking beauty, only to slam shut in my face, leaving me staring at cold stone walls that seem to mock my very existence. And still I climb, fueled by a madness that drives me onward, even as my body screams in protest. For at the top of this staircase lies a secret, a mystery that has haunted humanity for centuries. A secret that only I, alone among all who have ever climbed these steps, shall uncover. As I reach the top, I am met with a sight that defies comprehension: a boundless expanse of white light that seems to pulse with an otherworldly energy. And in its center, a single figure stands, beckoning me closer with a hand that is both familiar and yet utterly alien. I take one final step forward, and as I do, the staircase disappears beneath my feet, leaving me standing at the edge of the void, staring into the abyss. For in that moment, I know that I have finally reached the top of the Infinite Staircase, and that nothing will ever be the same again.