There’s a certain hush when you step inside — not silence exactly, but a softened world where everything feels intentional. The air is warm and just a little heavy, touched with the faint scent of damp bark and green life. Light filters through shaded panels overhead, diffused in a way that makes every leaf look slightly more vivid than it did outside. You can almost feel the orchids waking up under it, stretching in slow plant-time.