The ancient druids preach that the Earth sustains our lives by feeding on our deaths. They warn that disrespect to Father Dagda, god of Earth, leads to calamity and abomination. Nowhere can this lesson be seen clearer than the greenhouse at Terpening Farm.
Farmer Terpening dared tamper with the balance of nature, performing forbidden rituals and experiments that tipped nature out of balance. He fused science and sorcery to twist plant and animal life into unnatural new species. He sought to become nature’s master, daring to upset the sacred order of things. The god’s punishment for his transgressions was swift and severe. A druid ought to have known better.
Now it is Farmer Terpening who has become twisted into something not quite human. He’s now not quite a plant, not quite an animal. He is neither living nor dead, but entirely mad. His hideous creations are allowed to exist as a warning to mankind.
In this greenhouse, don’t take time to smell the flowers. You’ll wind up feeding them instead.
