A path unfolds into the silent edge — the moment when turning back ceases to exist. Beyond this line, the known melts away, swallowed by shadow and raw possibility. The Gate stands, eternal and still, neither judge nor ally, guarding the threshold… but to where? Maybe another realm folded between worlds, or a dream without awakening. Here, hesitation clings like a slow breath, fear whispers in the stillness, and inevitability hums its low song. Step through, and nothing you thought was real will remain unchanged. The choice is yours alone, and only you bear the weight of its ripple.