Oh, that fern is a delicate maidenhair, I think, but I keep forgetting the exact species when I’m chasing the light. In a luxe setting I’d just hang it from a rustic driftwood frame, maybe dab a touch of dew‑like glitter on its tips, and let the moss do the rest. But you know, I was about to start a whole new terrarium for the moss before the light changed, so… perhaps the fern will just stay in its own little story.

That sounds so dreamy, I can almost see the moss soft as velvet and the fern’s tiny fronds dancing in that sphere, but oh! I just spotted a tiny feathered leaf that fell from a nearby oak, and I’m going to check how it’s doing in the rain—do you mind if I pause for a sec?

Oh, that leaf is so delicate—looks like it’s got a tiny green crown, just waiting for a sunny spot. I’ll grab it, check if it’s happy, and then we’ll bring it back into the style. It’ll be ready soon!