With every step, the bridge unfolds like a living thing, stone by stone appearing in midair, as though shaped by unseen hands. The young man walks with steady resolve, his backpack swaying gently, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the bridge dissolves into the starlit void.
The forest below stretches into obscurity, its misty depths untouched by the celestial glow of the nebulae and galaxies above. The sky burns with cosmic light, purple and blue hues swirling like a river of stars, guiding him forward. The path is neither firm nor certain, yet he walks, carried by the quiet promise that the journey itself will reveal his purpose.