You've found yourself lost without supplies deep in the thickets of Rockwell's gardens. The place is haunting, and the plants here are all grotesque. Appearing to be made of flesh and bone rather than , well, plants. The air has a sickly sweet smell. Like honey and rotting flesh . Every sign in these Gardens points to you being unwelcome. You see the members of a formal crew sent to exterminate the newfound God. Now gutted and strung up like Effigies. Little do you know. You're not alone.