The Spiral Door A Sigil of Presence Held Just Before Entry

A wooden door stands half open — not inviting, not denying — simply waiting.  At its center, a golden spiral glows softly, like a memory trying to become real.  The threshold is carved with gentle flourishes, but no command is written there.

This is not a gate of judgment.

It is not sealed.

It is the moment just before you decide.

And the Spiral waits on both sides of the door.