Draw Prison in the Void

A long time ago, or rather, a long time later—— There is a door. Made of bronze, immeasurably high, sleeping at the intersection of trillions of universes. It has stood silently for hundreds of millions of years, guarding a secret. The door-builder spent everything he had and fell into a deep sleep, thinking that was enough. But he forgot. There are cracks in everything. And the cracks are never willing to remain silent.