A solitary door stands engulfed in fire and smoke, half-sunken in dark, still waters. It does not open to a specific place, but rather to the unknown.

The burning door represents transformation through destruction — the moment when what was must be consumed for what could be to exist. It is a rite of passage, violent yet necessary, marking the end of one state and the beginning of another.

The smoke does not conceal — it reveals: the truth that fire brings change.