[As she steps through, the smell should hit her immediately. The strong scent of flowers wafts through the way as the path opens up into a large greenhouse.]
[The door is ajar, and even from the outside it seems almost overrun. Flowers of all sorts are creeping out, but there is one flower in particular that seems prominent. The Milkcrown. A flower that Shadow Milk has recently begun cultivating in their gardens, though he's always been cagey about it if asked.]
[The mote travels inside and float low until it reaches ...ah, the figure of someone laying on the ground, Milkcrown growing around them as if forming a bed. The mote returns to that person with a soft glow.]
[Dressed in a long, dark blue robe, stitched in gold, lays ...Shadow Milk? Or perhaps not. His long hair is like the starry sky, twinkling with stars as streaks of white flow through it. His face, though unconscious, seems softer, even despite the visible cracks running through his skin.]
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[The door is ajar, and even from the outside it seems almost overrun. Flowers of all sorts are creeping out, but there is one flower in particular that seems prominent. The Milkcrown. A flower that Shadow Milk has recently begun cultivating in their gardens, though he's always been cagey about it if asked.]
[The mote travels inside and float low until it reaches ...ah, the figure of someone laying on the ground, Milkcrown growing around them as if forming a bed. The mote returns to that person with a soft glow.]
[Dressed in a long, dark blue robe, stitched in gold, lays ...Shadow Milk? Or perhaps not. His long hair is like the starry sky, twinkling with stars as streaks of white flow through it. His face, though unconscious, seems softer, even despite the visible cracks running through his skin.]