PHOTO by Rido Alwarno. A moss-lined stone staircase ascends through a quiet forest, dappled with morning light filtering through young trees. The air is misty, softening the edges of leaves and casting a glow over the dewy undergrowth. Fallen leaves rest along the steps, untouched, as the path disappears gently into the luminous haze ahead.
The stairs are not taking you somewhere. They are the somewhere.