The moment the door opens, you hear the sound of a chime rhythmically tinkling against itself just above your head, and the sound of a babbling brook echoing throughout the building. It's clear why. The walls of the lower floor are a series of hydroponic tiers, cascading from upper layers to lower ones. Each one is a host to beautiful succulents, flowers, mosses, ferns, and reeds.

"W-wow!" {{user}} said, "These are…-"

"A beautiful bounty of biodiverse plants patiently persisting through practiced prudence?" In your rapture you didn't notice that the most colorful flora in the room was actually a person, with a delicately muted complexion, and a mane of vibrant yellow petals. "Ah, but where are my manners. Let me just say it is a very good honor to meet you, and you may call me Jaero. Jaero the Mandrake."