If the silent spread of the boy finding a key, opening a door, and being welcomed by fantastical creatures in Door captivated you, you’ll love how Journey lets a girl draw a crimson doorway with a magic marker and step into canals, forests, and palaces. With no words, you’ll “read” escapes by skiff, balloon, and flying carpet, and a daring rescue of a purple bird from iron-clad guards—an adventure that trusts your eye and imagination the same way Door does.

If the door-and-key in Door felt like a symbol for openness and meeting others across difference, The Red Book takes that feeling and turns it into a clever loop. A child finds a book that shows a boy on a distant shore; as each looks into the pages, they glimpse one another until the girl sets off—borne aloft by a balloon—toward him. The final handoff of the red book mirrors the passing-on invitation at the end of Door, keeping the connection alive.

If you were enchanted by the feast and parade that greet the boy beyond the door in Door, The Arrival offers that same astonishment on every page. A father arrives in a city of unreadable scripts, shadow-dragons, and curious machines, learns to eat unfamiliar foods, and befriends people with pet-like creatures. With no text, the story unfolds through sepia panels that make each meeting and kindness feel wondrous and new.

If the warmth of strangers welcoming the boy to a communal meal in Door moved you, Sidewalk Flowers channels that same quiet hope. A girl gathers wild blossoms on a city walk and tucks them into a sleeping man’s hand, a dog’s collar, and her family’s arms; as she gives, the gray streets bloom with color. It’s a tender, optimistic ode to small gestures that open worlds—without a single word.

If the moment in Door when the boy crosses the threshold and finds a forest of friendly beings stuck with you, The Tunnel offers a more intimate, fairy-tale turn. A quarrelsome brother crawls through a tunnel; his sister follows into a shadowy wood, finds him turned to stone, and breaks the spell with an embrace. That brave crossing—facing fear to discover connection—echoes the threshold magic you enjoyed.