The Door is here.
The Door was over there. Now it's here.
I'm drunk, but... I don't feel like just hitting Enter and letting the errors slip through my fingers. I want to go back, fix it, make it "proper". Crossing the i's, and dotting the t's. The Door is here.
It's in my doorframe. I could leave through the front door... but I don't want to. There's a shadow out there. Maybe it's watching me.
Then it can watch me go. It's not moving. I don't care. Everything's alright. Everything's fine. Everything's bright.
Goodbye, friends. I shall open the Door, and I will see you on the other side.