One looks at a card and thinks, "Ah, a simple piece of paper." One is wrong. This is a canvas for an existential diorama, a miniature stage upon which a grand, if slightly ridiculous, drama unfolds. Here, a full moon, a familiar and indifferent celestial body, casts its gaze upon a scene of peculiar architecture. The house, with its impossible angles and disquieting symmetry, looms like a forgotten idea in the center of the frame. It's a structure that seems to defy all known principles of construction, a building that perhaps only exists in the collective unconscious of a thousand nightmares. But the house is merely a backdrop. The real action, the true absurdity, is at our feet. Jack-o'-lanterns, their mouths agape in silent, knowing laughter, stand guard over the graves. These stones, a testament to what has been, are mere companions to the vibrant, orange gourds that celebrate what is now, a brief, fiery flash before the inevitable return to the soil. Bats, of course, flit across the moon, a punctuation mark on the sky's unending sentence. And then, the reverse. The back is an ode to the quiet dignity of the void, a profound expanse of dark, celestial blue. And yet, even here, a party persists. Two skeletons, with a skeletal grace that is both poignant and profoundly silly, dance in the corner. They are a reminder that even in the face of oblivion, a certain revelry is required. This card is for those who appreciate the chaos, the mystery, and the undeniable fact that life is, in fact, a lot like a haunted house: nonsensical, perhaps, but never dull.