[ You pass out of the arch and into sunlight, and find yourself in a garden of roses. They are beautiful and perfect, blooming in pink and red and white, but there is no scent in the air that you would expect with so many flowers.

Closer inspection reveals that the rose bushes are made entirely of glass, stained an appropriate color but completely scentless.

The garden has a few little paths weaving through the bushes, and scattered benches here and there. On the other side of the garden, you can see a steep moon bridge passing through tree branches to an unseen other side.

A woman who bears a striking resemblance to Lucky sits on one of the benches - her bench is completely surrounded by the glass rose bushes. ]