The narrow path wound its way through the trees until distant lights seemed to match the raucous sounds of the singing and music that was steadily growing louder. The path led up a small incline overlooking the forest, and upon its perch under the silver moonlight, there stood a large bespoke wooden cabin, two stories high with smoke billowing out the both chimneys. The place seemed alive and they were all drawn to it, like a mirage of the forest, it seemed to good to be true. The windows were filled with flickering lights, as dancers seemed to dart back and forth as silhouettes interspersing the inner illumination.