In the quiet whispers of the night,Doors stand as silent guards, waiting,Holding secrets of realms untold,Where dreams and realities softly collide.Behind each wooden frame, a story sleeps,Echoes of laughter, shadows of tears,The gentle creak of hinges unfolds,Worlds crafted by time and tender fears.Through their thresholds, wanderers roam,Seeking answers to unspoken quests,In corridors where memories linger,And hopes find refuge in unknown nests.Doors, the timeless sentinels of fate,Invite us to explore their hidden grace,To step beyond the confines of known,Into the embrace of endless space.