The Blue Door🔊

In a small, serene town named Larkfield, there lived a gentle old man named Ivan. He was known in the town for his intriguing tales that spun from an impressive mind. However, one story that he held close to his heart and rarely shared with anyone was the legend of the Blue Door. He had experienced it firsthand when he was a young boy.

Ivan was just twelve when he found the Blue Door in the woods behind his house. It stood alone, beautiful and daunting in its grandeur, against a backdrop of towering trees and chirping birds. The Blue Door looked alien yet oddly welcoming in its enigmatic existence. Ivan's young heart pumped with curiosity and a dash of adrenaline fueling his next steps.

Days turned into weeks, yet nobody in Larkfield seemed to acknowledge the mysterious door standing tall, as if hypnotized into ignorance by the tranquillity of the village life. Simultaneously, Ivan's curiosity grew with each passing day.

One dawn, when the first rays of the sun were dappled on the dew-soaked woods, Ivan mustered courage to open the Blue Door. To his surprise, the door was unlocked. As he swung the door wide open, a radiant beam of blue light engulfed him, and a whole new world welcomed him.

Behind the door was a miraculous realm where fauna could converse, the streams held the sweetest nectar, the trees bore the fruit of knowledge, and time flowed at a leisurely pace. It was a paradise, a Utopia that existed parallel to the mundane world. With a wide-eyed wonder, Ivan tentatively stepped in.

In the magical realm, he met unique entities that he had never read about in his books. Among all, Ivan was particularly enamored by a wise old owl named 'Ophion', who had a penchant for grand stories like Ivan himself.

For a long time, Ivan lived in this realm, embracing its magic, learning, exploring, laughing with the animals, and spending delightful time in the peaceful enclave. The world behind the Blue Door was the escape Ivan had not known he needed.

As much as young Ivan adored his sanctuary behind the blue door, he missed Larkfield and realized that he belonged there. Our young boy knew he had to return, he bid adieu to his friends, especially Ophion who had turned into his confidante. With a promise to never reveal the secret of the Blue Door and a vow to visit them, Ivan walked back out through the Blue Door.

Upon his return, everything was just as he left it. Larkfield, in the world away from the secret realm, appeared unchanged. Yet, there was a deep void in Ivan's heart — the weight of carrying the exhilarating secret of the Blue Door.

Years passed, and the tale of the Blue Door lived only with Ivan. He grew older, and so did the legend. The allure of the door never faded away, but with wisdom and age, Ivan knew some secrets were better off locked away in the cupboards of our hearts.

Behind the peculiar yet ordinary life of an old man lived a young boy with tales of magical worlds and talking animals. Tales that were vivid and surreal, hinting at delicate threads of magic, tracing back to an extraordinary Blue Door. Ivan's life was nothing but ordinary, for he had not just lived a life, but had embraced an adventure beyond beautiful and grand, an adventure through the Blue Door.