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Door 303 stands as a haunting entrance to what could be an ancient mausoleum or forgotten temple, shrouded by the twisted limbs of gnarled trees. Its surface is a tapestry of decay, the wood darkened and cracked, bearing the scars of time and neglect. The once-stately stone archway is now overrun with creeping vines, their leaves a stark red as if stained by autumn or something more sinister. Statuesque columns flank the door, their cracked and weathered surfaces speaking to the grandeur that once was. Above the doorway, a brooding figure carved into the stone watches over the threshold, its features eroded yet still menacing. A carpet of red foliage blankets the ground, leading to the door as though marking a path that few would dare to tread. This doorway is not simply an entryway but a portal to tales untold and histories best left undisturbed.