There was a door into the woods, outside of which was a lamppost, but that’s a different story, into which we need not enter. This was a different door, full of ornate carvings round about the moulding. Intricately carved with knots folding in on eachother in rings and rivulest, in celtic fashion, almost indistingushable from a rover flowing around the door.
Marshall
Henry walked in a dark corridor. It was seemingly endless, and the lights were dim enough that required him to sometimes squint.
He could not decide on which way to go. There were so many doors, but he did not want to face the scenery behind.
He may have missed a lot. But he wanted no risk. So, there was no outcome.
Something you walk through and forget what you were about to do. Something that leads home, but also to new places. Something closed to keep out and closed to keep in. Something solid between you and the world.
There was a door into the woods, outside of which was a lamppost, but that’s a different story, into which we need not enter. This was a different door, full of ornate carvings round about the moulding. Intricately carved with knots folding in on eachother in rings and rivulest, in celtic fashion, almost indistingushable from a rover flowing around the door.
Henry walked in a dark corridor. It was seemingly endless, and the lights were dim enough that required him to sometimes squint.
He could not decide on which way to go. There were so many doors, but he did not want to face the scenery behind.
He may have missed a lot. But he wanted no risk. So, there was no outcome.
Something you walk through and forget what you were about to do. Something that leads home, but also to new places. Something closed to keep out and closed to keep in. Something solid between you and the world.