She haunts the staircase, climbing endlessly, trapped in one moment of ascension, her goal forever out of reach.
As though trapped in amber, she watches the room transform around her. The carpet under her feet wears thin and is replaced. The walls are repainted. An endless array of people pass her, going up and down and never noticing her.
She knows what she is, and wonders if she died on these stairs. But the memory, like all her memories, is just beyond her grasp.
Eventually, the building is torn down. The stairs crumble away and she is suddenly flying.
Free.

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