Oak shelves line the walls, filled and packed with an arrange of plants that puts any botanist to shame. Dark, muddy green leaves droop from long, winding stems, stretching out infront of small, dainty leaves the colour of lime and fresh grass. Flowers of leaves bunched in pots and small saplings poke out of soil nestled deep in the pots add to the variety present already. Limited light seep through the blinds, the dusty windows filtering it into a dusky gold, lighting the messy room into a deep yellow-orange. Aged papers, crinkled and stained with messy ink scrawls and spillages of various chemicals and smudges of wet soil, are scattered across the room, on the floor, on the desk, lodged between pots and wedged under books and nested between folders of research. Years of research and study, years of dedication and keen interest accumulated to this desolate, abandoned study, forgotten as its unknown owner left long ago.

© stele