sam this terrarium saved my life. i was being hunted by a bear running through a forest through a massive storm. the storm was blowing me off my feet i kept falling over and nearly died. as i tripped on a massive branch the storm took down a place caught my eye. i entered the property and saw this amazing terrarium. its beauty stunned me and the bear in place. its greenery and life sent me on a high. i never felt more alive. i was at peace in this storm. my storm had been calmed. this terrarium allowed me to escape the bear and actually made me and the bear best friends. we now occasionally share a cup of tea over a jar of honey and set up a picnic next to the terrarium to celebrate what brought us together.
UPDATE: now me and the bear are getting married and are having kids
UPDATE 2: our kids are all grown up and we are going around australia making more of these beautiful terrariums. thank you for bringing me and my family together i am forever grateful.
5 /5
Liam Dewan This terrarium, as a tourist attraction, has completely changed my perspective on nature. Its intricate, self-sustaining ecosystem is mesmerizing, offering a serene escape from the everyday hustle. Visiting it became a regular ritual, providing tranquillity and a deep appreciation for the beauty of life. Its a must-see for anyone seeking inspiration!
5 /5
Mitchell Tan **Title: "The Tererium: A Mind-Boggling Experience of Unparalleled Confusion"** (very good 1000000/1)
I have seen things. Unholy things. Things that slither in the night and whisper in languages my mind refuses to comprehend. And yet, nothing—NOTHING—has shaken me to my core quite like my experience with **The Tererium.**
Let me start by saying that I am not the same person I was before encountering The Tererium. I walked in as a simple, naïve fool, expecting something... tangible. Something logical. Maybe even something enjoyable. Instead, I left questioning the very fabric of my existence, my understanding of time, and whether or not I had ever actually been born or was merely a figment of The Tereriums eternal, eldritch dream.
Upon arrival, I was greeted by what I can only describe as **an ominous hum**—a sound that reverberated through my bones in a way that suggested it was neither mechanical nor natural, but rather, some sort of ancient vibration echoing from beyond the veil of reality. The walls, if you could call them that, seemed to shift when I wasn’t looking, like they were **pretending** to be walls but secretly had other intentions.
A guide (I think?) appeared, though whether they were an employee or some kind of spectral entity, I cannot say. Their face was difficult to focus on, as if it was constantly rearranging itself into different permutations of human features. They handed me a pamphlet, but it was blank. Or maybe written in a language only my subconscious could understand, because later that night, I had dreams of spirals and ceaseless laughter.
Then, the main event.
I stepped into the central chamber (or did it step into me?), and that’s when time became meaningless. Was I in there for ten minutes? A thousand years? Did I live and die multiple lifetimes in the span of a single heartbeat? The walls pulsed. The floor stretched. I could hear a distant voice chanting my name, or maybe it was my own voice from a future I have yet to experience.
At some point—if ‘point’ is even a real concept anymore—I found myself holding a small cube. It was vibrating gently, warm to the touch, and smelled of burnt cinnamon and regret. A sign next to me simply read: **"You may take it, but it will take from you."** I do not remember making a decision, but I must have, because I woke up outside, drenched in sweat, clutching my car keys in one hand and a single, iridescent feather in the other.
I do not own a bird.
All in all, The Tererium is an experience I recommend, yet one I insist you undergo. It is both too much and not enough. It is everything and nothing. I have left a piece of myself inside its depths, and in return, it has left something inside me. I do not know what it is.
**Five stars. Would go again.**
5 /5
Sophie Belmont This is the best Terrarium available in melbourne it is stunning, truly. I am amazed by this.
5 /5
Caleb Ballerini I didst lately visit a most wondrous place, Terrarium of Vermont South, and lo, ’twas an experience that didst transcend the very bounds of mortal delight! From the instant mine eyes did gaze upon the verdant realms within, I was ensnared by the lush and lively splendor, where each terrarium stood a masterwork, a perfect harmony ’twixt art and nature.
The keepers of this enchanted haven, with wisdom most profound, did guide me through the many varieties of flora, imparting knowledge of their tender care. But ’twas not merely the beauty of the greenery that moved me so—nay, ’twas the stillness, the peace, the serenity of that place. As though in a dream, I did wander amongst these miniature Edens, each moment a balm to my soul, as if the very air did sing of tranquility.
From this enchanted grove, I did depart not only with a living work of nature’s art, but with a heart lightened and a spirit lifted. Verily, if thou seek’st a place where beauty and peace doth mingle as one, look no further, for here thy soul shall find repose.
Oh, fie upon thee, thou dullard of wit and stony of heart, who darest utter that Terrarium of Vermont South be but “just okay”! What brutish insensitivity festers within thy soul, that thou canst stand amidst such verdant wonder and feel naught but indifference? Surely, thou art a creature of most unimpressive sensibilities, whose heart beats with the enthusiasm of a wilted cabbage!
To call such a marvel “just okay” is to admit thine own blindness to beauty, as though thou wert born with eyes solely for the dull and dreary. I weep not for the terrariums, but for thee, poor, benighted fool, for thou hast missed the very breath of nature’s grace—and in so doing, shown thyself to be as cultured as a rock and as perceptive as a plank of wood.
Verily, the fault lies not in the terrariums, but in thy barren soul!
5 /5
