Welcome to the pathway where neurons tangle into doorframes and corridors of consciousness ponder the meaning of their own wooden panels. Did you ever think a hallway might want to be a pool? Or maybe reconsider its existence as just a stretch of carpet?
Door: "Why am I here?"
Wall: "Perhaps you're meant to entrap consciousness within your frame."
Ground: "Or maybe, just maybe, you're just a doorway that doesn't know its purpose but feels deeply about thresholds."