The House it turns out, is farther than it appeared. But you keep walking towards it. As you approach the cottage hidden deep within the woods, your gaze falls upon a weathered stone fence encircling its perimeter. Moss and ivy clung to the old stones, their verdant tendrils weaving a tapestry of age and mystery. The fence bore the scars of time, its rough surface softened by centuries of wind and weather. While the house looks abandoned, there is a warm glow imitated from the windows and smoke rises from the chimney. A sense of reverence washes over you as you cross the threshold of the yard.