Flowers everywhere, and the smell of them does half the navigating for you — bloom and loam and something green underneath, the scent of a world that has never once been paved. It’s pastoral and a little fae: mischievous fairies keep a gentle, ancient truce with the stoic gnomes, and you’ll catch the tail end of their small diplomacies if you’re quiet.

Unicorns picnic without irony. Mushrooms organize themselves into towns. It is beautiful in exactly the way everyone secretly wishes a world could be — with just enough mischief threaded through to keep it honest. You came because you needed reminding that tenderness is not naïve. Here, it’s simply the local weather.