The faint light of the Moon, clouded by the now quieter storm, illuminated a beautiful room in which our heroes arrived - another floor.

It was almost entirely made of glass - from the walls to the ceiling - and carefully positioned all over the room were a set of mirrors and reflectors, as well what appeared to be some sort of watering system.

Mr. Rabbit let out a melancholic gasp.

“This must be… the Grace’s Garden Atrium.”

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