Ima Wolf smiled, the crimson mask reflecting the flickering candlelight. The guests seemed… enthusiastic about the chocolate confection she presented. Each bony hand reached for a candle's glow, their empty sockets fixed on her. A strange warmth radiated from them, not of decay, but anticipation. She felt a pull, an invitation to join their dance. One skeleton extended a skeletal arm toward the cake, and Ima found herself compelled to offer it closer. The candles burned brighter, casting long shadows that seemed to writhe with a life of their own. A silent promise hung in the air: one bite, and she would be part of this eternal celebration too.