There was something not quite right about the cabin. Always just out of focus, it seemed to shimmer in the sunlight even though it was dusk. The air around it seemed thick, heavy with the weight of an unknown secret, the forest making a wall to hide it even more. Silent in its unnatural beauty, not even insects dared come near. Every now and then, a wandering traveler would stumble across the clearing. Captivated by its cryptic allure, they would quiet the urge to run in the opposite direction and creep closer. With a peek in the windows, a knock on the door, they would step inside, never to be seen again. There are whispers from ancient times that this cabin once belonged to a powerful Time Lord, vanquished in the Great War. Gone, but not dead, his house stands sentinel over the years, traces of magic strewing intruders across the centuries.