“Who are you?” Mateo whispered.
Behind him, the first step reappeared on the jungle floor—empty, waiting for the next desperate heart. escalera al cielo capitulo 1
He pointed down. Between the steps, Mateo saw them now: fingers. Hundreds of pale, grasping fingers reaching through the gaps, straining toward his ankles. “Who are you
“Someone who took the first step fifty years ago,” the boy said. “And never found what I was looking for. But you—you brought a stone. Good. That means you might actually have a chance.” Between the steps, Mateo saw them now: fingers
He placed his foot on the obsidian step.
Ahead, the staircase stretched without end, each step faintly translucent, like frozen moonlight. And on the wind that blew downward, he heard voices—not human, but familiar. His dead father’s laugh. His mother’s voice, young and strong, calling his name.