As I made my way to the garden house, a sense of both excitement and trepidation filled my being. The garden house was a secluded sanctuary hidden within the palace grounds, away from prying eyes. Once you head inside, you will see that you are surrounded by an assortment of exotic and dangerous plants. These plants were not merely decorative; they held the key to my experiments, providing the raw materials for the potent concoctions I would soon brew.
The garden house, though smaller compared to the main, or grand royal garden, at the palace, holds a special place for me as it provides a secluded space to focus on my work. Even in rainy days and autumn, the garden brings a touch of brightness, as if the raindrops were magical elixirs rather than mere water. This solitude allows me to im……
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