The Cosmic Arboretum of Time’s End A floating sanctuary, where ancient wooden bridges, covered in wild moss and glowing fungi, lead through a ballroom filled with hanging gardens of gravity-defying vines. The ceiling, an enormous brass astrolabe, tracks the movement of distant galaxies, its gears shifting with an ethereal hum. Mirrored pools, reflecting constellations unseen by mortal eyes, shimmer beneath floating platforms covered in wild lavender and petrified ferns. The air is heavy with the scent of amber resin, soft petals, and the deep musk of forgotten forests.