Each step reshapes her.
Not the altitude, but the act.
The stillness she carries forward.
The staircase ascends into the stars, but it draws her inward,
toward the quiet architecture of change.
The final gate is not an end,
but a moment of divine alignment.
Where breath meets purpose,
and movement becomes meaning.
The symbol above is a mirror.
She does not climb to reach something external,
but to arrive - again and again -
at what she already is:
a geometry of becoming,
unfolding
one step at a time.