The Borealis Gardens are filled with exotic plants which seem to move when one is not looking directly at the foliage. They are brilliantly colored and a sweet scent touches the air, almost intoxicating for those who are not Promethean. They dim the senses in order to help protect the precious manor which lies beyond the elaborate and luxurious garden. A cobble stone pathway leads toward the home while something slithers through the grass unseen. It leaves most with an unsettling feeling in their stomach and perhaps a twinge of fear.
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