[A jungle indeed, with sunlight streaming through the fronds, wind breezing through it all...]
[...]
[The window is open.]
[The whole side of the house--a small space between the one he's in and the next--is covered in grass and dead pine needles, as a pine tree that's half orange from death and half green as a bunch of the highest branches cling to life juts crookedly from the ground. One of those branches even happens to be almost touching the window sill on the outside...]
[Otherwise, there's lights playing on the wall halfway down the stairs he can spot if he looks that way.]
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[...]
[The window is open.]
[The whole side of the house--a small space between the one he's in and the next--is covered in grass and dead pine needles, as a pine tree that's half orange from death and half green as a bunch of the highest branches cling to life juts crookedly from the ground. One of those branches even happens to be almost touching the window sill on the outside...]
[Otherwise, there's lights playing on the wall halfway down the stairs he can spot if he looks that way.]