The Secret Passage

Is there an escape in an adventure between reality and daydream?

The butterfly fluttered its wings and gracefully entered a small door. The passage became bigger in size as Janca pushed on the brass handle, polished to a mirror-like shine. Where she could see her curious face reflection. Where does this secret passage lead to, she thought to herself while blinking rice making sure of herself that she was not dreaming. As Janca slowly opens the passage, she quietly walks through the pathway of shiny stones, slightly covered with foliage. The beautiful leaves in colors of golden crisp and reddish brown. The seating area was made of wood and precious stones. Adorned with soft thick cushions in pastel colors of baby pink, periwinkle, and lavender.

She wondered where this secret passage leads to. Will she be able to escape the daggers of danger and the deep dark cave? is there hope available at hand at the very moment of eerie and dangerous surroundings?