[ The greenhouse has become a familiar haunt of hers. Today, Anemone lies in the grass staring at the ceiling while Gulliver snoozes by her side. Occasionally, you may hear her talking to herself. ]

Ranmaaa, are you there? I'm so bored. What do you guys do all day? [ Sigh. ] It's the same walls every. Single. Day!

[ She might be going mad, but she doesn't mind it. In fact, she's been in better spirits since the communication with the dead. Her journal lays open by her side like she's hoping words will start appearing in it. ]

[ cw: hallucinations

Nice try, house. Anemone's head has already played host to unwelcome headaches and voices in the past that she's not as bothered as she should be about seeing things that aren't there.

Sometimes though, she can't help but be deceived. ]

You're here! I knew you would come for me!

[ Whoever she thinks she sees, she has been waiting for all this time. Cue an emotional Anemone running into your arms. ]