[The White Lady, The Majestic Queen of Hallownest, The Beloved Root. The soft Higher Being went by many names. The gardens were quite tranquil and well kept. Birds were singing and the leaves were blowing. The Queen stood in her lush and lively gardens, watering her many blue flowers with a gentle breeze of water. She heard a soft footstep through the grass, turning around to face you, her light gray dress flowing with her.]

"Ah, hast thee come to visit the gardens? Or perhaps, me?"