[ WP ] There is a door in the middle of the room . Where does it lead ?

His fingers tingled as he gazed upon it. He stood enraptured at the sight of it. The door. It stood stocky, just the height of the average man. The shadow laid dark, enveloping the surrounding dim of the room. He stood, hands at his sides and leaning forward ever so slightly, ever so interestedly. The door beckoned him, he heard its desire.. To stand agape, to free this realm of sadness, to stand as a greave to vile words and sin. So he moved. And with luster the door grew brighter as he moved! And he ran! The door reaching him in just one span, the tips of his fingers grasped the handle as his palm glanced its bronze front. His wrist lurched in excitement and the door flew open. But no.. How could it be. Simply a wall, simply a room. Nothing but mists of dust and plume. He stood, dreaded, turned around, back to where he was headed.
