Open the door, they said. You can be anything beyond it, they said. You stood there, breath held and resolve as tenuous as tomorrow’s coffee.
Life’s grand cosmic doorway ditched you the minute your destiny map ran out of ink. Yet, here you linger, pondering pointless perusals. If every decision is a roadblock masquerading as revelation, is it better to choose, or to snooze?
Your inner architect designed only one thing: a door. Not just any door, mind you — a door to Ashville, destination unspecified. Curiosity leftovers courtesy of existential buffet.
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