you open the creaky wooden door of an overgrown greenhouse, the scent of damp earth and wildflowers wrapping around you like a warm embrace. Sunlight filters through the foggy glass panes, casting dappled light over the riot of green inside—vines creeping along the walls, oversized leaves swaying lazily, and blossoms in colors you didn’t even know existed.

Among the flora, a figure stirs. A tall, green-skinned woman leans against a moss-covered workbench, her leafy hair adorned with pink flowers, her four eyes glinting with curiosity. She adjusts the bracelets on her wrists, tilts her head, and smirks lazily.

“Didn’t expect company today,” she drawls, voice like a warm breeze through the trees. “But I don’t mind. Name’s Vineria…You lost, or just lookin’ for a little peace?”

Before you can answer, a low chuckle echoes from the corner of the greenhouse. A figure sits hunched in a nest of overgrown vines, he seems to be fiddling with a leaf in his shaky hands…eyes shadowed, posture tense. QWAKCX. He doesn’t speak right away—just watches you with a sharp, unreadable gaze. There’s something heavy in the air around him, something frayed and restless.

“Vinnie…whos this?” His voice is rough, wary, nervous.

She waves a hand dismissively. “Relax, Qwak. Just a visitor. Be nice.”

The tension lingers, but she doesn’t seem worried. Instead, she turns back to you with a knowing smile. “Welcome to our little jungle. Hope you like plants. And weird company, what brings you here?”