This structure of glass and metal looks – wrong, somehow. Created by an eldritch warlock going slowly mad from exposure to her patron, its architecture defies categorization. Spires rise in odd places like the spines of some giant cactus, while the wings are bulbous and bloated. In places, the iron ligree covers the glass like mold. All this, however, pales to what is found inside. Passers-by see only a green jungle pressing against the fogged glass. Stepping in requires hacking away the leaves that have suffocated the entrance – and that's only the beginning.