Petal of a black rose
Perpetual night shrouds the garden. A breeze gently brushes your skin, scented with the musk of roses, the spice of yew trees and beneath, a faint, heady scent, elusive and nostalgic as some lost memory. You hear the music of a waterfall mingling with the rustling of the leaves, and see moonlight reflected in a pool at the garden's center. Fish drift there, dreamy below the mirroring surface. Marble statuary stands at bends along the winding paths, overshadowed by dark evergreen branches, and flowers open their petals to the moon-silvered sky in profusions, roses black as night or crimson as blood, irises of deep purple and mysterious irises like sable velvet, moonflowers and jasmine spilling their intoxicating perfume. You glimpse benches of carved marble in secret alcoves, and by the crystalline trickle of the waterfall is a bed of soft grass.
Moonbeams strike the wall, revealing an iron door partly obscured by vines.
Exits:
dew to The Garden of Shadows
way to Chimerico