Within an ancient tree stands a door four men tall. Once it was a gate. The way to Fairy Land without having to consult a fae. When opened it revealed a wall of silver that gave to the wind yet told nothing of that which lay beyond it. If one knew how, the door would take that person to any pocket of Fairy Land they wished. If not, then they would go to wherever the door chose for them to go. But the key was misplaced as the seasons passed. The door now stands closed as vines cover its carvings.