Enter the Tavern

He does not greet you.

He waits.

The key he holds is not an invitation — it is a threshold.

A moment where what you have carried decides whether it will be acknowledged.

Some come seeking answers.

Some come seeking comfort.

Most do not yet know why they are here.

He does not judge any of them.

If you are standing here,

it means something in you has already asked to enter.