Contact is at once a fleeting pleasure and a lingering threat.

To some, it is merely a metaphor, to others, the only truth in a world of shadows.

And yet, most move through life blind to what a touch demands.

Witches, sorcerers, those who claim to weave through the unseen —

we dismiss them as fiction, as residue of a darker age.

Look at those who approach your threshold.

Can you truly discern the difference between malice and mercy —

or have you, too, learned to see without perceiving?

There are doors that do not open — not because they are locked, but because something in us refuses the threshold.

We have learned to stand before open doors as if crossing them would cost us something irretrievable.

The door is rarely the problem.

It is the human hand that hesitates.

Once, doors were meant to be crossed.

Now,........

© Eurovizyon