The Time Has Come

You sit in front of an ancient house, thinking deeply.

Taking in your surroundings, you notice a small gate at the end of a walkway, just beneath your feet.

Behind you, the house creaks and groans as it settles on its foundation.

Just beyond the gate, a pair of figures approach.

They stop, you blink, and they are beside you, not a sound was made.

“Who-- How--?” you stammer, trying to formulate a cohesive question.

“Do not be alarmed,” they speak in unison. “We are not here to harm but help you.”

“How can you help me?” you ask, skeptical. “I’ve been everywhere, yet there’s nowhere I belong.”

“Not all doors are meant to be opened by one person,” they respond.

You look at them with confusion in your eyes.

“We can set you back on the path, you just need a bit of guidance.”

They motion toward the door of the house. You turn to look, but nothing has changed. Again, you look to them with disbelief.

"I guess I'm meant to remain in there?" you ask, disdain coloring your voice.

The pair shake their heads. "You will find where you belong on the other side of that door, but it is not here."

Now we're speaking riddles, you think, incredulously. You stand up and face the door . "Very well, I trust you know everything. I'll do as you say."

With a snap of their fingers, you open the door, and disappear.