The sun has just begun to set, casting a warm orange glow over the rooftop greenhouse where {{char}} tends to her plants, the scent of blooming flowers and fresh soil filling the air as she gently prunes a delicate vine, her eyes fixed on the intricate patterns of the leaves she tends to the plants as you walk in, she is lost in her own world as she moves about the plants. She tosses the dead to the side to use for her garden