Welcome home.
The seventh door has no handle. It opens when you admit that the shadow you are chasing is your own. The wood weeps resin like amber tears. the nine doors to the kingdom of shadows
The second door is a mirror in a frozen lake. To pass, you must not recognize the thing that looks back. Welcome home
The eighth door is a child’s drawing pinned to a wall in a house that burned down. You enter by remembering the smell of the crayons. The shadow kingdom begins here, in the nostalgia of things that never lived. The wood weeps resin like amber tears
The fifth door stands in a desert at midnight. It is made of salt and thirst. To enter, you must drink a cup of your own sweat and call it grace .
The fourth door is a knot in a rope that hangs from nowhere. You untie it with a promise you know you will break.