In the darkness of the cafeteria, a door lies above 3 steps,
labelled "Stairwell 13". When we first stumbled upon it two years
ago as mere freshmen, we had many questions. Where did it come
from? Where did it go? Yet none of us dared venture forth into
that darkness that lurks yonder past its tantalizing black
self-locking door. None of us dared climb past that point, until
two weeks ago. As we wandered forward, we somehow came out with
more questions than answers. Why was there a burger that was
mashed between the two mesh panels on the edges of the staircase?
What need did this stairwell fill?
And despite that, none of them mattered. Stairwell 13 was simply
Stairwell 13, and it shall be Stairwell 13 forevermore. What
really matters was the resolution of the mystery. Maybe the
staircase's true destination was not into Floor 2, but instead
into our hearts. Yet as soon as we said hello to Stairwell 13, we
must say goodbye, as the incoming rescheduling of lunch waves
makes its use case of skipping all the foot traffic useless. As we
climb its steps for the final time, we cannot help but remember
ourselves. Who were we before we discovered that door for the
first time? What spurred us into finally exploring it, documenting
its secrets? What was it that reanimated our sense of childhood
wonder?