Rhododendron Palazzo

Oh! to see the venerable port city of Florezzia, where the sea  breeze warms cold Brechtian bones and the memory of savory dolphin croissants dances upon the tip of my tongue. And how I crave the sultry Florisian poppyseed coffee.

Dear reader, I must tell you how there once flourished the grandest garden district known to the old country. The Rhododendron Palazzo stood as a shimmering jewel, a prize rose in a jungle of sweet fragrances beyond all desription. Now but a relic of faded magnificence, succumbing to the relentless march of time.

Now murmurs of the once powerful Rhododendron family linger like delicate petals adrift in the evening mist. No more are they celebrated for their achievements, all their work now putresent tales of scientific hubris and xenobotanical horrors as cosmic interlopers haunt their crumbling rosy halls.

Even so, I wager great riches and arcane secrets plucked from the very stars themselves can be uncovered for those brave or foolish enough to attempt one last harvest.

Fruit Ripe for the plucking.

2 Levels, 19 Rooms, Minimalist Keying, Into the Odd stats

Greenhouse to be completed by the end of the month.

Additional supplements planned for future release.

Any feedback would be dearly appreciated.