A bright red door opens onto an expansive garden of perpetual night. The petals on the ever-blooming sakura trees are almost eerie-luminescent in the light of the bright red moon that hangs low in the sky above the pink roof of a small traditional teahouse.
Between the entrance and the teahouse, there is a large, perfectly still lake—large enough to be a good running route, apart from the fact that you might need a headlamp. On the surface of the lake float vibrant pink water lilies, encircling the perfect reflected image of the moon.
The teahouse has a full set of tea wares for an entire unit and their guests, and a couple low tables, and is always stocked with some basic (but very nice) jasmine tea in jars tied with pink ribbons. And if you happen to feel like you saw or heard anything on the other side of the paper screen doors while you’re in there—it’s really best to ignore it.
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Between the entrance and the teahouse, there is a large, perfectly still lake—large enough to be a good running route, apart from the fact that you might need a headlamp. On the surface of the lake float vibrant pink water lilies, encircling the perfect reflected image of the moon.
The teahouse has a full set of tea wares for an entire unit and their guests, and a couple low tables, and is always stocked with some basic (but very nice) jasmine tea in jars tied with pink ribbons. And if you happen to feel like you saw or heard anything on the other side of the paper screen doors while you’re in there—it’s really best to ignore it.