He reached out, his fingers hovering inches from the surface. The air around the door felt heavy and smelled of ozone and damp earth. As his skin brushed the wood, the ivy began to shiver. Not from the wind, but from a low, rhythmic vibration that pulsed beneath the surface.
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Suddenly, a faint line of golden light traced the outline of the door. Elias didn't pull away. He had spent his life following the same paved paths, and for the first time, a path was reaching back. He leaned his weight against the wood, and instead of a solid thud, he felt the door give way like a heavy curtain. Beyond it lay not a garden, but a forest of silver trees under a sky that never saw the sun. He reached out, his fingers hovering inches from the surface