Eternal Ascension

Beneath the cosmic gaze, a figure stands, A beacon of strength, a soul unbound. Muscles carved by time, yet eternally young, A testament to the human spirit's profound. The light embraces, a radiant glow, Illuminating the path of the soul's ascent. Each vein, each sinew, a story untold, A journey of trials, a triumph of intent. The clock behind, a symbol of time's flow, Yet here, it seems, time itself is bent. The figure stands, a bridge between worlds, A symbol of hope, a beacon of intent. In this moment, we see ourselves reflected, A mirror of our own inner ascent. For in the struggle, in the climb, in the fight, We too can rise, to touch the eternal light.