[ A chill wind blows in from the outside in the Conservatory. Strange spiny plants creep along the walls in here, overgrown. Between which, some recognizable plants still grow: pitcher plants, delicate orchids that have somehow grown despite neglect, roses with deep dark hues.


The breeze is coming from the glass wall, the ceiling-- some panes are cracked, others broken entirely. But there's not enough room between the metal to escape past, glass gone or not.


A murky fountain with lily pads burbles in the center of the room.


The only door is the one you entered through ]