Under the glowing moon, a mysterious Victorian house floated through the sky, lifted by eerie bat with fiery eyes. Each bat carried the whispers of lost souls who had once entered the house and vanished. Inside, ghostly lanterns glowed without flame, lighting rooms untouched by time. On the roof, a black cat kept watch, guarding the truth — the house was alive, dreaming of the earth it had long left behind. When morning neared, the bats would slowly lower it toward forgotten graves, feeding on old memories. But when night returned, it rose again, drifting softly among the clouds like a haunting melody — forever wandering, forever searching for another soul brave enough to dream within its walls.