(Mirabel's POV)
The door was waiting for us.
Not standing.
Not built.
Waiting.
There was a difference.
We found it at the center of the city.
Past streets that rearranged themselves when nobody was looking.
Past gardens that grew from forgotten possibilities.
Past buildings constructed from memories that hadn't happened yet.
The city watched us the entire time.
Curious.
Patient.
As though it already knew how this would end.
The door stood alone in a circular plaza.
Simple.
Wooden.
Ordinary.
Which immediately made it the most suspicious thing we'd encountered all week.
The Devourer narrowed his eyes.
"I don't trust it."
The First Dream laughed softly.
"You don't trust anything."
"Correct."
Tomorrow walked directly toward it.
Naturally.
I followed before common sens
