The decaying staircase, once the path to higher floors, now lies in a state of disrepair. Its wooden steps are rotted and brittle, creaking under the weight of years of neglect. The railing, once sturdy and reliable, wobbles dangerously, its paint flaking off in flakes.
Cobwebs have woven themselves between the bars like artful carpets and dust swirls like soft memories in the sun's rays shining through broken windows. The air smells of past glory and lost time. This staircase, once a symbol of connection, is now a silent witness to the eternal march of time, a reminder of a past long gone.
29-year-old photographer/digital content creator who enjoys urban exploration and digital prints.. Read more…