Don’t go too far into the woods they say.  Don't cross the river in the middle of the woods, they warn.  The river is there for a reason they whisper.  And if you must venture into the woods, if you absolutely must cross the river in the middle of the forest.  If you really need to cross into the other side then never, ever, venture into the town, they tell their children. Don’t wander into the town of faceless faces and beautiful words.  We warn you, don’t get drawn in with their pretty colors and bright sounds.  Be wary of their perfect world and kind pleasantries.  We beg of you don’t eat their food, learn their ways, resist the temptation to join them in their pretty world, resist the need to copy their act and words. Be wary of the golden town on the other side of the forest. Hold your children close, warn them of the dangers of crossing the river in the middle of the forest.  Their shiny promises are not to be believed, look for what's hidden under their painted masks, look for the words that are not said and the truths that go unspoken.  Mourn for the lost souls drawn in by the glamor and glory, but be careful to not join them.  Do not follow in their stead, we warn you to not lose yourself in the fantasies, told by those with their painted smiles and empty eyes.  Be wary of forgetting your path, remember to find the river in the middle of the forest. You do not belong there, you do not belong among their cruel kindness and unspoken words.  Don’t venture too far into the forest, where the river flows through the center, colored honey from the light of the town on the other side.  If you do travel too far into the forest, if you do come across the golden river.  We beg of you to not enter the town on the other side. Into the nameless town of nameless people with perfect faces and golden smiles.