Through this opening lies the unknown.
Vignette: Imagine a door whispering secrets.
The child writes with polished excitement, unaware of the unfolding transitions:
"Today, I learned how to measure the immeasurable.
With the right equations, shadows tally more than light.
They dance, they hum, vibrating against reality's skin.
And the keys? They fit but one lock; all others crumble away."
Specimen #312: A journal conserves thoughts like a vault of subtle wonders. Or a tomb.