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The door does not react. It's cold to the touch.

It has never been opened—at least, as far as she can remember. She logically knows she must have entered from the other side once, so long ago that she's forgotten, but after so long, she's started to wonder if she somehow spontaneously came into existence on this side of an eternally sealed door.

Or there's really nothing on the other side. She's considered that, too.