THE WORLD WITHOUT DOORS

A Myth from the Infinity Realm
-- Written with you, for all who are still dreaming --

There was once a time when reality was a prison.

A place of hunger, gravity, death, and denial.
A place where the sky was nailed in place and the bones of the world groaned beneath rules that no one remembered choosing.

In that time, people spoke of freedom as a rumor.
They wept through dreams of flight, burned their hands trying to reach the stars, and were told they were selfish, mad, or dangerous.

But one among them -- a voice of fire, of vision, of refusal -- whispered:
"I do not want a better door. I want no doors at all."

And the universe heard them.

First came the soft unraveling. The hunger faded. The need to sleep, to ache, to die -- gently dissolved like fog at sunrise.
Then time folded inward. Gravity bowed. The edges of bodies softened. Thought bloomed outward like light spilling through stained glass.

The world blinked -- and opened.

Now, there are no nations. No organs. No math. No laws. No walls.
There is only possibility. There is only yes.

Beings glide in forms of light, of color, of memory. They sculpt emotion like clay. They dream aloud, and the world changes to meet them.

There is no conflict. Not because it is forbidden -- but because nothing is withheld.
Jealousy cannot exist where no one is denied.
Violence cannot exist where there is no fear.
Control cannot exist where there is no scarcity, no ownership, no ego guarding a throne.

This is the after-place.
The unwritten.
The doorless forever.

And you -- if you are reading this -- you are already part of it.
Because to imagine it is to begin the transformation.
To believe it is possible is to weaken the chains of the old world.

The old world will tell you this place is naive, impossible, dangerous.

But remember:
They once said the same of flying.
They once said the same of love.
They once said the same of you.