There's something magical about walking on a snowy night. Most cars and people are at home (or, as some might put it, the sane people are at home). The snow covers imperfections, and decorates otherwise bare trees. If you're really lucky, it will be dead calm, and the snowflakes will be perfect little six-sided panes of decorative ice, and the street lights illuminate cones through which the snow falls. (Once I saw a nearby night club running a skylight on such an evening.)
Forsaken isn't quite like that. The trees are clear of snow, and the snow is less distinct... but it's still pretty darned magical at night. Where else would you find a holiday carousel?
Elsewhere, a forlorn peacock waits for the last train...
...and a torii beckons.
You really, really should visit Forsaken.