Dear Elise

There's a door in the forest behind your childhood home. Overgrown with ivy and moss, camoflagued behind vines that hide it from wandering eyes, it sits, unopened. You'd always been curious as to what sat beyond it, but no matter how much you searched, there would be no person nor paper no site that could explain its purpose or reason for existence. Today is the day. Today is the day you gather yo…