In the quiet corners of forgotten docks, portals flicker like distant memories refusing to fade. Each doorway into another realm recalls a moment etched in sand, washed away, only to be reborn in the echo of footsteps long vanished.
The almanac of these doorways serves not as a map, but as a ledger of experiences - encounters that could be repeated, yet never quite the same. A marketplace where dreams barter for reality, and every trader holds the key to a past that might be, or has been.
Beyond each portal lies another question: is the arrival an end or a beginning? Perhaps it's the crafting of a déjà vu, an intimate loop where time curls back upon itself and the cycle continues indefinitely.
As you stand before these ephemeral gateways, ponder the stories they guard and the memories they weave into the tapestry of existence.