Natural habitat
The greatest Halloween get up I ever saw was a couple of years ago, a young chap sitting in his hedge just looking generally hedge witchy but the best part was that he was eating pizza.
Instantly this became my ambition in life.
In fairness I'd definitely previously joked about taking up a hermitage on The Field as long as I could get pizza delivered.
If I was trying to be even slightly serious yesterday in envisioning virtual spaces as places, today I am being entirely serious when I say my natural habitat is a hedge. By a river would be nice. Some mountains in the background. Not to climb. Just to look at.
I used to spend so much time on The Field there was a permanent imprint of my rear. Not flattening the grass - actually impeding its growth. My niece called it The Special Spot. The general little area. Not my seat-print.
If a structure must be involved then maybe my greenhouse - held together by moss and ivy and filled with sunbathing cats lying on my lettuces.
There are downsides to glass houses as dwellings though. So maybe a shed. A very old one with brambles and cobwebs and rambling roses. Not in a cute cottagecore way, in a goblincore way. In case you haven't noticed. Any passing orcs, golems, or witches please feel free to stop by.