The House it turns out, is farther than it appeared. But you keep your wits about you and keep walking towards the house. As you approach the cottage hidden deep within the woods, your gaze fell upon a weathered stone fence encircling its perimeter. Moss and ivy clung to the ancient 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.