Tucked up in the mountains stands a rambling house, clearly in some state of perpetual repair. The porch is sagging, the shutters don't all match, the siding has been patched and repatched. It is also splashed with color, primarily a rich midnight blue swirled over with bright purples and turquoises and pink shading into red. Delicate gold and silver filigree traces the windowsills and the door jams, trailing down the railings into bright starbursts of light. Clouds of fragrant flowers wave gently in the wind from planters and little garden beds around the buildings' foundations. Just visible around and behind it are several more buildings, similarly bright and cared for.
A sign posted by the front porch steps reads "The Nebula Host Home".