Fun with SD3.5 - Tim!

The Glass Door of Dreams

Light spilled through the stained-glass gate like a breathing thing, pulsing with color and sound. Tim’s chest tightened, unsure whether he stood at the threshold of salvation or illusion. The beauty of it frightened him—the idea that perfection could exist and yet demand a price. Still, he lifted his hand, trembling, ready to risk everything for the possibility of awe.