Elaborate gold engravings covered the black door, with silver entwined throughout. It’s a double door, with a tall and wide frame fitting of that for a palace. The handles… well, there aren’t any.

All you can do is walk forward and knock.

The grass crunches under your feet—it feels foreign, as if you’re experiencing it for the first time. The dirt is frosted and dry, and a brittle wind sweeps th...