Alice’s room was a sanctuary of nature and calm. The walls were painted a soft sage green, evoking a sense of tranquility. One wall was adorned with a large, intricate mural of a lush forest scene, painted by Alice herself, reflecting her artistic side and her deep connection to nature.

Large windows dominated one side of the room, flooding the space with natural light and overlooked a small, verdant garden. The window sills were crowded with a variety of potted plants, from trailing ivy to vibrant orchids, each one carefully labeled with its scientific name.

An old oak desk sat cluttered with botanical journals, sketchbooks, and an assortment of dried flowers and leaves that she used for her art projects. What some would think cluttered she knew to be organised in its own way, her way.

A cozy reading nook was tucked into one corner, featuring a well-worn armchair with a knitted throw blanket and a small bookshelf filled with volumes on plant science, environmental essays, and classic literature.

The room was softly lit by a combination of natural light and candles dripping down onto the woodwork. String lights with tiny, delicate leaves were draped across the ceiling, casting a gentle glow in the evenings.

On the walls were framed photographs of various landscapes she had visited and studied, each one capturing a moment of inspiration or discovery. There were also a few awards and certificates, modestly displayed, acknowledging her achievements in her field, hinting at her quiet pride in her work.

The room, in essence, was a harmonious blend of nature, creativity, and intellectual curiosity. It was a space that nurtured her passions and provides a peaceful retreat from the outside world.