Lila found a small key while walking in the forest. It was old, golden, and cold in her hand. There was no lock nearby, but something about the key felt special. She put it in her pocket and kept walking.

As she walked deeper into the forest, she saw a wooden door standing alone among the trees. No walls, no house—just the door. It was strange, but Lila felt as if the door was waiting for her.

Her hands trembled as she took out the key. It fit perfectly. When she turned it, the door opened with a soft creak.

Behind the door was not the forest anymore. Instead, there was a bright meadow filled with flowers and sunlight. Birds sang, and the air smelled sweet, like honey. It was the most beautiful place she had ever seen.

Lila stepped through, and the door closed behind her. When she turned to look, the door was gone.

She was never seen again, but some say they hear her laughter in the wind.