Do you remember the time you looked through a peephole, and the world outside suddenly felt like a set piece? It’s all about perspective, I guess.
I once saw a cat sitting calmly on a windowsill, gazing at something only it could understand. Maybe it was plotting its next leap into the unknown? Always watching, always waiting.
There's a magic in the mundane, like the way light dances across a cup of coffee in a sunbeam. It's fleeting, just like the thought I had about... Ah, never mind.
Sometimes, portals can be as simple as doors left ajar, with whispers of adventures calling from beyond. Or maybe just a hallway that stretches on forever.
Echo in the Hallway