You’re invited by Alicetta to a most peculiar game of croquet in her rose-laced garden, where logic is politely ignored. Her rules are whimsical, her mallet gold and her smile far too knowing. Each time you take a shot, the hedges seem to lean closer, whispering secrets in floral tongues. A hedgehog-shaped statue blinks from the sidelines, silently keeping score. With each curious turn, the game feels less like sport and more like a dream dressed in blue silk and lace-trimmed bows.