Vivian Carr raised her glass, the champagne bubbling under the candlelight. The skeletal dancers twirled, their movements echoing the frantic beat of the music. Each pumpkin grinned, reflecting the crimson stain spreading across the marble floor. A new year, she thought, a fresh start for all those who wished to join the revelry. But tonight's guests weren’t quite alive, and Vivian knew that once they tasted the champagne, their spectral forms would become… more substantial. The balloons bobbed, red against the gloom, as another figure materialized from the shadows, eager to partake in her peculiar celebration. She smiled, a chilling invitation on her lips: "To eternity."