A door stands before you, my child; a door like every other. But do not be fooled. Behind that door lies what is next. Beyond that wood and brass is everything.
To open it you must be brave, or cowardly, and what awaits you, dear one, does not dwell on the fore. It cares not and will find you unprepared. Behind that door is an unending din of labor and heartache, wonder and horror, joy and silence.
But do not despair, love, for you cannot choose. The door must open and open it will. Your only true path is through.