It's the door to fucking Narnia. Imagine your mind is like the wardrobe. You take a look inside and can see the various outfits that you normally have. But then, you notice something right behind your normal stuff. What is it? A door? You open it up. A light breeze rushes over you. You step in, wondering where this will take you. As you move farther and farther, a light begins to appear. You step into the light and BOOM! You're in a goddamn forest. Snow covers the ground and trees. Its breathtaking. A lion and witch appear. A discoball drops, and they start to dance together. All the woodland creatures gather around. Some cheering the lion and witch on, Some dancing on their own. You suddenly realize that you're holding a sword. It's decentely sized too. You give it a swing to test it out. But it has magical powers, so you end up slicing everybody in half. They're all dead now. You look at the sword and slowly out it down. You turn around whistling nonchalantly, then book it to the hole you crawled out of. You climb back out of your wardrobe, close it, lock it up, then seal it with ducktape, and decide that that's enough imagination for one day.