Files of the Old garden

They garden walls are old and cracked, ivy green has slowly hacked away the old prestige that is the Garden of Eve. In here you may find files, of old and new of insane, same patients of bane. Read them, discuss and your message may reach them. but be warned of what you say, the guidebook has been updated by a fae. Read between the lines, he is contracted by money and wine to tell the truth. just don’t be an dumbass, now let me leave. I want to retire after this rhyming spree.