A gentle humming sound and a sickly glow emanated from behind it. It was covered with large warning signs, like wrapping paper smothering the shiny packaging of a brand new Nintendo on Christmas morning.
'DO NOT ENTER'
'ENTRANCE PROHIBITED'
'IT IS AGAINST THE RULES TO OPEN THIS DOOR'
'DIESEN TÜRKNAUF NICHT BERÜHREN'
It was painted red, and seemed almost to be pulsating. How could anyone not be compelled by their inner-child, demon, or doorman to open this stately portal?
There were no sturdy deadbolts, no keypads with secret codes, no high-tech fingerprint or retina scanners. Nothing between the forbidden lair within and myself besides a four-inch slab of steel and an ice cold knob of titanium.
My right hand trembled as I hesitantly inched it closer and closer to the beckoning orb. In a split second, my hand shot out, almost of its own accord. I grabbed the knob, turned it, and pulled.
In this wafer-thin slice of time, my life -- nay, the world -- as I knew it was irrevocably changed. With the door, opportunity swung open before me, as I gaped at the chasm now left exposed by my action.
And you wouldn't believe what I saw. So I won't tell you.
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