In Frame

These steps weren’t made for comfort. They were carved for the committed. No railing. No shortcut. Just stone, moss, and time. These aren’t tourist steps. They’re trial steps. Each one rises with history—weathered by storms, softened by roots, waiting for the next man who won’t turn back. Climb with purpose. Climb like you belong here.

You want to build? Take this path. It’s not paved. It’s not smooth. It won’t hold your hand. Roots and rocks will trip. Descents and ascents will tax. But every step taken here is earned. This is where weak men hesitate. And strong men begin.