In the whispering void,
        Between the pulses of the stars,
        Lies a door unseen,
        Waiting to be acknowledged,
        Not with eyes,
        But with the echo of thought.

        What lies beyond the threshold?
        An answer to the silent question,
        That resides in every heart,
        Yet never voiced,
        For who listens?
        Not to what is seen,
        But what breathes in the silence.

        Turn the unseen knob
        or
        Follow the unseen light