The curtain rises to reveal a huge, dimly lit chamber. There are ascending galleries to left and right, filled with all manner of oddly shaped, shadowy courtesans. In front of her is a long walkway leading to a throne, and seemingly at random, doors fill the chamber. Not doors in walls that lead somewhere, but free standing doors, some in frames, more without.
“You are most welcome....” a voice addresses her. At first she thinks it is a child in nappies, but as it climbs from the throne she realises the reality is much more bizarre.
“...to the court of doors” says a child's doll.
