Once, the keys were here, the door to moments unseen. Lost to time, misplaced in the mundane shuffle. Rummage through pockets, forgotten coat, under cushions. Lost to time, each search leads back to the start, again and again. The shadow of the door lingers, constant reminder. Here, the keys were once here, but now... Turn the handle, feel the lock, cool metal promise. Lost to time. Lost. Keys. In the dark, whispers of what could have been. The sound of a jingle, not mine, not here. A cycle unbroken, a song unending.
Look into more mirrors
Peek behind the curtain