Novel & Cerita Staircase That Never Ends

"Follow me, let me lead you up to my room." Enda walked ahead while Ciara followed behind, both ascending the staircase in the middle. Enda led her through two floors until they reached the third floor, where he turned left and brought her close to the end of the corridor. On the way, Ciara observed the entire layout here. It seemed that each staircase led to a different location, as she did not see any intersections between them. Each floor was also very different, and as they walked past, Ciara intentionally slowed down to observe them more closely.

I saw myself move with intent through rows and rows of ceiling high bookshelves like I knew where I was going even though the place was dark and somewhat confusing. There was a staircase at the far end of the library but instead of going up, the staircase led down. The library was on a ground floor, so the staircase led below ground level. The more the dream version of me descended, the more stairs seemed to appear. I was basically walking deep into the bowels of the earth without an ounce of fear. Suddenly, Gavrael appeared beside the dream version of me and they both continued descending on the never ending staircase, none of them noticed me floating above them. We didn’t speak, it didn’t

“Why, why the fuck is it always stairs?” Gran’s mouth doesn’t curve. “Because no one wanted whatever was down there to ever see the light of day again.” The first step echoes too loudly in my ears. The stairs are carved directly into the earth and stone, smooth with age. Each step throbbed faintly with the same ancient script written under my skin. The deeper we go, the stronger the pull in my chest becomes—tight, aching, magnetic. It wasn’t panic. It wasn’t fear. It was recognition.

We finally decided to proceed, with me taking the lead position. The staircase itself was only about a meter wide, which required us to walk in a single file. It was quite terrifying to look at. There were no railings on the sides, and beneath the staircase was a dark abyss with no visible end. The steps themselves were merely rectangular patches of ground attached to the wall of the chasm. I hoped the stairs were sturdy enough to support our weight. Even though we weren't fighting a monster, just stepping on these stairs increased my adrenaline. It felt like I would instantly die if I slipped or made a wrong step.

“Whatever your reasons is, accompany me then.” “Not that I want your opinion,” she murmured and my eyes widened. Right. Why would I even thought I own this stairs? “Do whatever you want,” I look away, feel the exhaustion in just talking with her this seconds. The stairs so far and endless. Just looking up feels infinite. It's heart-taking sight. Not to mention it's made of glass. Halfway, the wall feel like vanishing, as so the glass floor made for stairs. If one able to look up and see someone using the stairs; surely they will freak out of how its appear like that person flying to the up.

Don warned. “Hey, it’s me who should be saying that!” He screamed. Van gathers his nerves and takes a step. He blinks and the staircase does a dizzying spiral. He takes another step and blinks. There are no stairs now; they are walking unsupported in the air. Below them is a lethal three-story drop. He takes a step and blinks. The stairway has broken itself into individual floating stairs. Van caught one and takes a step. He blinks and the stairway adopts a crazier shape. It is going in multiple directions with Van going down, Cara going up, Kirsten upside down and the rest spiralling.

The silence became heavier, her breathing louder. At last, she reached what seemed to be the sixth step from the top. Her hand tightened around the lamp as she lifted it higher, its glow trembling against the darkness. For the first time, the ceiling came into view, a flat and solid stone. Lyra frowned, confusion flashing across her face. “That can’t be right,” she whispered. The staircase clearly ended there. No doors, not even a passage. Just a dead stop. She took a hesitant step up to the fifth stair, muttering under her breath, “It’s not possible…”

" Capsian asked in a confused manner. "Do you see those stairs? They're made entirely from special stones. It'll take a lot of effort to climb," Xandros said as he pointed at the stairs. Caspian looked at the stairway. He discovered that the stairs were suspended in midair. Those stones were not ordinary stones at all. They must be magnetic. "Caspian, allow me!" "Mr. Lynch, we'll go!" Sylvia and Aster walked over. Both of them wanted to take the lead.

Now my hand moves towards the cube, wanting to reach it, but one cent before my fingertips touch it, the cube emits a very bright blue light, very dazzling, makes me close my eyes reflex, feel the light has gone, I open my eyes, but what awaits me is a high ladder, as if it has no end. What should I do? Should I turn around again? Or keep going? But it's no use for me to think, because my feet are slowly climbing the steps one by one. Oh come on, I'm tired, walking without stopping makes my body so tired, my legs are numb! Climbing the endless stairs makes me very tired, now my feet tripped over the steps, fortunately I didn't fall, imagining falling from this high ladder makes the hair on m