Five doors. Five visions. Five warnings.
The storm was the first sign — a sky split open by something watching from the other side.
The tower came next, humming with a language older than memory.
The room followed, a place where reflections moved on their own.
Then the beasts arrived, drawn to the cracks between worlds.
And finally, the fifth door appeared.
No one knows who built it or why it waits, but those who reach it are changed.
Some say it leads forward. Some say it leads back.
All agree on one thing: Once the fifth door opens, the path reveals itself.