Why do doorways exist? Are they simply frames, or portals enjoying an existential crisis? A bifurcation of existence. Narcissus staring at his reflection: is a doorway, then, merely an invitation to self-image? Or perhaps a masquerade shutter gathering dust? Here lies the Elephant's Door Handle, designed to respond only to thoughts of peanuts or clandestine leases.
Once, during an argument over the pronunciation of 'door'—an abstract concept materialized. 'Dore, or d'eor?' pondered a philosopher known for suggesting doors are windows to parallel thoughts rather than mere exits.
Studies show that 78% of the Amazonian portal enthusiasts agree that trellises act as metaphorical bridges—or untapped opportunities to rediscover forgotten abodes. Thus, the enchanting choice of frame transforms seconds into eternity, begging another query: how does the Light Emerging from the Abyss illuminate fear?
Did you know: each door clicked in a library absorbs the collective sigh of lost knowledge. Those who linger feel as if every page turns toward a possible past. But why do they ask only if a book is in front of them or slip into confusion, unhinged?
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