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The lobby is wet.
Knee-deep marsh carpets the room. Twisting swamp trees contort into furniture. Spanish moss and vines drape around the windows and doorways. Thick lily pads pave a footpath across the muck, bordered by blooms of every conceivable color and pattern.
The sphinx lounges on the front counter, watching the water surface for the occasional sign of life. (She hasn't decided whether to try to pounce anything; she has plenty of food, so she doesn't need to hunt, but the urge to leap at the little moving snacks is still there.)
Knee-deep marsh carpets the room. Twisting swamp trees contort into furniture. Spanish moss and vines drape around the windows and doorways. Thick lily pads pave a footpath across the muck, bordered by blooms of every conceivable color and pattern.
The sphinx lounges on the front counter, watching the water surface for the occasional sign of life. (She hasn't decided whether to try to pounce anything; she has plenty of food, so she doesn't need to hunt, but the urge to leap at the little moving snacks is still there.)