Gathered from Moss and Fog

Sometimes a terrarium doesn’t fail, it evolves. Mine started sketching lines across the glass. The culprit wasn’t mould but slime mould.

Moss doesn’t care what you think. It grows where it wants, clones itself, and has been thriving since before dinosaurs existed.

When daylight fades and the air cools, another kind of garden awakens. Petals unfurl under moonlight, perfume drifts through the stillness, and pale blooms glow like ghosts among the leaves. The night garden is a realm of scent and shadow, where folklore meets fragrance and every step feels like a secret.