You enter . . . a large garden of sorts; a tangled mass of entwined, flourishing vines. They're very strange...'conglomerations' is a good word. Some have blueberries and tiger lilies growing on them; some have broad leaves and large white flowers with a hint of pale yellow light at their centres; some have black-and-white striped seedpods with bluebells growing from the tips; that one looks exactly like a bougainvillea vine except that it's completely silver, etcetera etcetera. It's a dizzying riot of colour. The scent is heady and intoxicating.

There's another white door across from where you entered, and a large mirror standing in the middle of the garden, more vines climbing its sides.