We take a path covered with stones and crystals bursting with light. We arrive at the edge of a clearing where, in the distance, stands a household; fragrances of incense perfume the atmosphere. An elf, leaning against a mushroom, observes us with a nonchalant air. Fairies flutter between the leaves of a monumental tree.

In front of the cottage stands a noble and enigmatic figure, draped in incense vapors. The door is open. As carried by the wind, a benevolent voice whispers in our ear:

Because we all have a witch sleeping inside us, welcome to my cabin!