In the capital of Arantia, there is but a single public garden. There are greenhouses and conservatories, certainly, but the keeping of flora and fauna is largely left to those of Viridis and not a concern for engineers and artisans. However, quantity is not to be mistaken for quality in the Garden of Perpetual Tranquility.
This garden is not like those of other regions, though. In this garden, rain and snow, sun and clouds bring no changes. Spring brings no growth and Fall no decay. The leaves on these trees chime in the wind, shining golden in the light. The copper flowers reflect the sun into the steel trellis supporting the golden roses as they face the sky. In this garden, practically a jungle of brass, copper, and steel, each clockwork creature and mechanical flower is a masterpiece, a point of pride for the artisan responsible.
At the edge of this garden a man sat motionless on a simple ben