How it started

The first sign was no receptionist
An empty office building, is this a test?
I hadn’t been sure what to expect
But the invitation was from an unusual sect
Known for their daring, their frequent absences
A strange light in their eyes, unusual presents
A door on the left a door on the right
Everything quiet, as still as the night
I could turn back now but that’s not what I do
So I opened the door on the left and went through
That was the start of the journey I made
The opened door better than if I just stayed

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