In a universe where plants walk and stairs speak, there was a door. It was not an ordinary door, no. This door had the peculiarity of having another door inside itself. The people of the village called it "The Door of Doors" and considered it a mystery they could never unravel.
One day, a man named Tomás, who had the habit of eating breakfast with shoes on his feet and a banana in his hand, decided to investigate the mystery of "The Door of Doors." He approached it cautiously, feeling the wind whisper in his ear that he was about to discover something amazing.
Tomás opened the first door and, indeed, found another door inside. He opened that one as well and found himself in an infinite hallway full of doors, each more extravagant than the last. Doors shaped like shoes, doors with mustaches, doors that sang opera... It was a surreal spectacle that left Tomás speechless.
He decided to venture into this absurd world and chose the most striking door: one shaped like a banana. Upon opening it, he found himself in a forest where trees had shoe-shaped leaves and bore fruits in the form of hourglasses. The birds had cup-shaped heads and sang melodies that seemed to come from a Mozart symphony.
Tomás continued walking and discovered that each door led to a world stranger and more delirious than the last. In one of them, the steps moved like conveyor belts, and flowers fought among themselves. In another, gravity did not exist, and people floated in the air, reading books that changed subjects with each page.
Finally, after traversing countless absurd worlds, Tomás found one last door. It was a very simple door, without ornaments or oddities. With curiosity, he opened it and found himself back at home, seated at the breakfast table with shoes on his feet and a banana in his hand.
No one in the village ever knew what Tomás discovered in "The Door of Doors." But from that day on, whenever someone mentioned the mysterious place, Tomás would smile with a distant look and reply, "There are more things in the universe than we can imagine, even in a simple door."
By Carlos del Puente