Orimna~
Ladder to the Unknown
And she's standing here, at the edge of a barren world, not in fear, but in quiet contemplation. Gazing upward at a ladder that seems to stretch beyond sight, beyond time.
Each rung feels like a promise of something greater, something unseen, yet deeply felt. But the ground under her feet is littered with broken pieces of failed attempts, shattered dreams that never reached the sky.
To climb is to hope.
Does it mean standing still is surrendering?
As she's wandering in her wonderings, she takes a breath, places her hand on the first rung, and begins her ascent into the unknown.
Ladder to the Unknown
And she's standing here, at the edge of a barren world, not in fear, but in quiet contemplation. Gazing upward at a ladder that seems to stretch beyond sight, beyond time.
Each rung feels like a promise of something greater, something unseen, yet deeply felt. But the ground under her feet is littered with broken pieces of failed attempts, shattered dreams that never reached the sky.
To climb is to hope.
Does it mean standing still is surrendering?
As she's wandering in her wonderings, she takes a breath, places her hand on the first rung, and begins her ascent into the unknown.