An ornate globe made with many layers of exotic woods spins on its axis. Through the stained glass window diffuse light casts russet hews across the study. Looking out over the walled garden to an orchard, great swollen purple and black fruits hang malevolently from mangled moss-covered trees. A gentle wind pushes the tangled branches and as they creak and moan the fruits thud lazily to the ground, gathering in mouldering clusters on the dewy grass.