First Door: The Ones Who Remember

Memory is a door.So is letting go.A simple question around a backyard campfire leads to something no one can explain.A shape in the woods.A door where no door should exist.Some remember.They remember the warnings.They remember the disappearances.They remember what happened the last time the door appeared.Now the past is returning.Some doors are opened.Some doors are found.Some doors should remain closed.The First Door is remembered.