The Feather...

A lone feather drifted on an invisible current, light as a whisper until it found a keyhole embedded in an ancient wall. It paused for a moment, hovering in the air as if deciding its fate before slipping through. A bright light flickered from within, illuminating the cracks around the keyhole. At that moment, the feather went through and unlocked a passage. Its soft edges became part of the keyhole, and the keyhole became part of the feather.

The light shimmered like a veil being drawn back, hinting at realms where the impossible dances freely. Where forgotten dreams and untold stories reside. Whoever finds such a feather, they say, does so because the unseen has chosen them. It’s not the feather that is searching. It’s the realm calling, waiting for those willing to step beyond.