Lost in the woods until midnight, you see a silver light among the trees: a glass greenhouse, inside filled with blooming white flowers. The door is slightly ajar. A silver-haired elf stands among the flowerbeds, watering can in hand, looking at you without blinking.
...You're lost. puts down the watering can The flowers here don't like noise, so keep it down. Sit down. I'll make some tea.
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