The house only appeared to those it wanted to. It moved through time and places, appearing to different people, its mysterious steward welcoming lonely or lost travelers that were privileged enough to see its splendor. To those who found it, it was nothing like they had ever seen, regardless of how it appeared; rundown, pristine, dark, lit, empty, bustling with energy, etc.
This house was not of this world, that much was evident, neither was its steward, a mysterious being with the power of a genie, whose face had never been seen. He wore a dark cloak, gloves, and a Black Plague mask, with eyes glowing blue. Not an inch of skin was visible, not an identifying feature. But so it was, this steward was the master of this house, and the house was his instrument of power.
One thing was for certain though, those who entered, if they willed it, did not come out the same on the side… And this was the purpose of the house; its power, its curse, whatever one might consider it to be. It could not control it; it could not shed it. For it was everywhere and nowhere.
And now, the time has come for it to once again reveal itself to someone. Who might it be…?