>Break through glass with fist to unlock door.
The door doesn't have glass!
This window does. But its glass is not to be broken.
This is because your Fenestrated Plane (i.e., this here magic picture window), is a necessary element in your True Life's Work. Beyond its flat and doubly bisected surface lies passage to the great beyond, the remnants of the dead session where there are millions of lost souls to be SOOTHED with your recently heightened powers.
At the end, all the dead souls died again, descending to the lowest rung of video-game-construct afterlife. Your life as a whimsical goddess-about-town in your lovely world suits you, but deep down, you don't think you can live with yourself unless you do something for those you left behind.
So if you send one of those dainty fists glass-ward? You'll be up shit creek without a canoe.