Take the time to reflect,
On what you need to collect.
As you wait on the doorway to draw nearer.

It will stand ahead where breath turns to mist,
And the Trezor Quest world holds its tongue.
Its frame may not be older than your names,
But, its silence was carved from a child’s echo.

When the doorway comes fully into view,
Your hands will only be of use in the knowing.

As, it has tasted false courage,
Heard a thousand empty vows,
Felt the shoves and complaints of the weak minded,
And yet, it has never yielded.

But it stirs for those who come changed.
For those who carried lessons like lanterns,
And let them burn away the easy answers.

What you need to learn was given to you,
It was you who uncovered truth.
And what you rolled over becomes the only language,
This threshold understands.

For you are not speaking to the door,
Rather, you’re summoning the realm behind it.
Which holds even more pathways to your gift.

The lock is a listening,
And the key is a becoming,
While the hinge is hidden in the space,
Between what you were,
And what you are now.