In a particular mess of shrubs - marked by a cleyera tree - is a line of mushrooms that you could easily miss if you didn't know what you were looking for; they go on for only a brief while before disappearing, though if you were to duck your head you could find a small hole in the shrubbery to crawl through - as well as the next mushroom, and the next and the next, lining a short passageway to a secret room.
As the mushrooms progress, you can see cleyera saplings starting to surround the shrubbery; in addition, plants begin to look varying shades of ill and dying - no amount of care changes their state - and, at the end of the passage that opens up to a clearing with the same sky as the garden's and cleyera trees and surrounding shrubbery reaching so high they would surely meet the garden wall, the plants are all but dead, leaves and flowers dry like the life was sucked out of them.
Perhaps the pitcher plants are to blame: a spread of carnivorous flowers bloom around the cleyeras, lining the circumference of the room and looking robust despite even the grass looking withered. Careful not to lose your lunch here before you get to the picnic table at the center of the room - despite being classified as carnivorous, these plants seem to be more on the omnivorous side!
Besides the fairly simple wooden picnic table-bench set, there's one other bench to the side, sitting a little ways away from the retro television box with antennae and dials - there's only one channel for whatever Lives might be going on, the rest being complete static. The television sits on a crumbling wooden ottoman, one that's slowly but surely being crushed by the vines of the nearest plant.
Despite the open floor no ceiling plan, sound doesn't seem to travel beyond the first mushroom in the passageway back - as though the shrubbery is enough to block the sound from travelling to the rest of the garden.
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As the mushrooms progress, you can see cleyera saplings starting to surround the shrubbery; in addition, plants begin to look varying shades of ill and dying - no amount of care changes their state - and, at the end of the passage that opens up to a clearing with the same sky as the garden's and cleyera trees and surrounding shrubbery reaching so high they would surely meet the garden wall, the plants are all but dead, leaves and flowers dry like the life was sucked out of them.
Perhaps the pitcher plants are to blame: a spread of carnivorous flowers bloom around the cleyeras, lining the circumference of the room and looking robust despite even the grass looking withered. Careful not to lose your lunch here before you get to the picnic table at the center of the room - despite being classified as carnivorous, these plants seem to be more on the omnivorous side!
Besides the fairly simple wooden picnic table-bench set, there's one other bench to the side, sitting a little ways away from the retro television box with antennae and dials - there's only one channel for whatever Lives might be going on, the rest being complete static. The television sits on a crumbling wooden ottoman, one that's slowly but surely being crushed by the vines of the nearest plant.
Despite the open floor no ceiling plan, sound doesn't seem to travel beyond the first mushroom in the passageway back - as though the shrubbery is enough to block the sound from travelling to the rest of the garden.