A lone traveler stands before an impossibly tall door, embedded into the side of a sheer cliff that overlooks a swirling void. The frame is ancient, covered in symbols no living person can read, and the wood gleams as if untouched by time. The traveler’s lantern casts long, flickering shadows across its surface, making it seem like the carvings are moving. The wind howls, carrying whispers that seem to come from behind the door—pleading, warning, inviting. The traveler hesitates, hand hovering over the handle, knowing that once it opens, nothing will ever be the same again.<lora:XRSTYLE_FLUX:0.5><lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.4><lora:MoriiMee_Gothic_Niji_Style_FLUX:0.3>