Room descs by Ani

A high garden under dawn's light.                      (#DAWNLIGHT_1)
Perched high upon a mountain-top, this eternal garden is cool and fresh, tendrils of swirling mists
clinging to the ground over the grey pebbles and around the countless flowerbeds here. Shards of
bright mauve amethyst and rose quartz have been roughly hewn to form the jagged posts of little
fences that line the edges of the garden, where beyond lie tall reaching bushes of verdant green. To
the north, the gemstone fence forms into a striking gate, with a glimpse of a twilit paradise beyond.
Thin, wispy clouds swirl across the firmament, painted like watercolours with the pale lilac, pinks,
yellows and blues of the dawn. As the pale golden fingers of Father Sun begin to appear over the
horizon, wildflowers shyly unfurl their petals within every flower bed, arranged around the garden
in an aesthetically pleasing mandala. Betwixt the flowers sit divinely scented bushes bearing deep
midnight-blue roses, their velvety petals touched with fresh dewdrops of the clinging mists. Set
between the spaces of the mandala are many intricately worked onyx benches with pale marble seats
veined with black stone, plush cushions of violet silk providing comfort sitting either end. You see
a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system.
You see exits leading north and up (open door).

Twilit paradise of midnight roses.                     (#DAWNLIGHT_19)
One enters the hushed din of this twilit paradise garden, tall bushes enclosing the area with only
the sky for a view above. The sky is painted with the colours of twilight; dusky purples, deep blues
and smoky greys deepen to black upon the horizon, lit only by the last vestiges of Father Sun in the
distance and the odd twinkle of a star above. The air is still and heavy, the honey-sweet scent of
roses filling the nose and the errant sound of faint music and voices raised in song teasing the
ears. A straight path of onyx pebbles runs down the middle of the garden from the amethyst and
quartz gate at the south to an intricately carved archway wrought from solid ice to the north. All
along the pathway and wrapping around the icy arch like vines are hundreds of tiny fairy lights,
illuminating the area with a soft glow. Beyond the archway, the bushes fall away to reveal an
impressive vista of snow-topped mountain ranges in the distance and a grand staircase going down
into another twilit garden. Either side of the onyx-pebbled pathway and facing the archway of ice
sit intricately worked benches of dusky mauve amethyst, sitting invitingly with their pale marble
seats and plush velvet cushions of smoky grey. Flanking each bench are dark bushes bearing velvety
roses of midnight blue, filling the air with their heavenly scent.
You see exits leading south and down.

An illuminated gazebo at twilight.                     (#DAWNLIGHT_20)
Hundreds of fairy lights wrap like vines around the bannisters of the grand staircase, illuminating
the way down into this twilit garden. The air is warmer here, the honey-sweet scent of roses and
wildflowers filling the nose, while the sound of music and voices raised in song teasing the ears
grows louder. The sky above is painted with dusky purples, deep blues and smoky greys that deepen to
black upon the horizon, lit only by the last vestiges of Father Sun in the distance and the
emergence of twinkling stars across the firmament. In the centre of the garden stands an elevated
cage-like gazebo, illuminated by a myriad of glowing crystals that run across every surface of the
structure, their colours shifting every so often and casting a soft glow across the pale floor below
that creates an amply sized dance-floor. Dotted around outside the gazebo across the dew-dropped
grasses are ornate tables and chairs, while behind stands a long, crystalline bar with stools along
the front. Flowerbeds line the edges of the garden, filled to the brim with wildflowers and rose
bushes from across the First World, filling their air with their heavenly scents.
You see a single exit leading up.

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Betwixt stormy seas and howling winds of winter.       (#WINTERORCHID_21)
Up above is dark with roiling storm clouds, a streak of lightning bolting across the sky creating
the only light to this otherwise bleak landscape. Below, the sombre sea stretches out as far as the
eye can see and beyond, the waves crashing down against the white sand and leaving thick foam in its
wake. Standing in the middle of the beach is a haphazardly built hut of driftwood, and each howl of
winter wind whips against the structure and rattles it to its core.

Within a hut betwixt stormy seas and howling winter winds. (#WINTERORCHID_22)
The walls of this little hut have been carved naturally by the sea, the diftwood bleached to a stark
white by the salt and sun. Extending down from the high ceiling and covering a majority of the walls
are bolts of icy gauze that flutter each time the winter winds shake the hut. Up above in the centre
of the ceiling where the gauze gathers into one, a thousand shards of diamonds hang down on silver
threads, light caught within their jagged shapes to illuminate this home. The ground has been
covered in a soft carpet of snow white fur, and in one corner a small piece has been cut out to form
a small garden that grows pale, ice roses and orchids, their white and blue petals glistening in the
ambient light. Where the gauze does not cover the walls, seashells in all shapes, sizes and colours
have been affixed, along with shelves upon shelves of little jars that are home to a multitude of
toads, silver fireflies or glowing azure glyphs that lazily hover within.