Cold steel, worn and weathered, the long days show on its surface. At one time it was important, keeping the most valuable things inside, these valuables were only to be seen by a very select few.

Open, emptied, shut, filled, open, emptied, shut….

The once easy door to open now binds from the weight of itself. All of its treasures emptied, some here and some there. Now reduced to a shell.

The code gets lost,

the door shut.

What’s inside? You’ll never know.