Once upon a whispered future, doors stood silently in the shadows. Some say they lead to places painted with rainbows, others insist they've seen white rabbits peeking out. But no child ever opened them, for secrets stay safest when they've never been seen.
If you knock thrice gently, it is said the hinges will tell stories of sunlit fields and sky-touched castles. What awaits you beyond each threshold is a song only dreamt by those floating in skies far above.
The keys, though, they are everywhere. In forgotten pockets of autumn leaves and inside marbles rolling under UFOs. A forgotten machine, maybe, or perhaps a cat with knowledge older than the wind.