The Verdant Brass Ballroom Through the Whispering Tree A lush, overgrown ballroom, where the entrance is a massive ancient tree, its bark carved with glowing runes that murmur as travelers pass through. Beyond the threshold, a glass-paneled ceiling lets in gentle, misty rain, cascading down the bronze framework in shimmering rivulets. Giant hanging ferns and emerald-green moss drape over antique iron railings, while ivy-covered statues stand half-forgotten amidst whispering mechanical fountains. The floor is worn brass and polished jade, covered in scattered petals and puddles reflecting the soft gaslight glow. The air smells of rain-damp earth, blooming lilies, and warm tea, evoking a sense of quiet serenity and the passage of time in a forgotten oasis.