The door. The door between the wall, no one will dare to pass. So staggering and cheerful, yet, so sinister and ancient. A lengthy chain of dainty flowers draped across the door, bursting and blooming brightly. Rainbows exploding high and low, far and wide yet still, a grim shadow looms. No one knows how long it's been there or why it's there. So far from town lies the door, yet its daunting presence is still felt. As I amble up the steep slippery rocky path, I notice each tiny intricate twirl and twist in the door, sending me deathly chills through my young lively body. The prodigious arch soars over, with inky jade creepers, inching their way up the sides of the wall. Bleak, smoky stones crumbling away like a biscuit on either side, bashed and battered as if something or someone desired to get past. Secrets. Lies. All will be answered behind this towering, decaying oak door. Is this a good idea? Will I die? Thoughts scrambled in my head. Slowly shuffling closer, a musky smell fills the humid air. A pit in my stomach is telling me to leave but there is a missing piece to this complicated puzzle and I have to learn to put on a brave face. The wall was built for a reason, to keep people out. That's why I'm here; to get through the door.
