Before games lived behind icons, some of them lived behind doors.

The line rang.
The board answered.

A caller crossed the threshold and returned with a changed score and less time remaining.

Now the lines are silent.
The names have fallen from the lists.
The doors remain where the walls forgot them.

A window preserves the distance.
A door abolishes it.

The threshold entrances.
The entrance is the exit.
The end is open.