Internal Terrarium Competition x Naug Just Plants Anniversary Special 2025
This year, to celebrate our 4th Anniversary, we gave Naug Team a special challenge to create a terrarium based on a theme suggested by one of our Naug Club but with a special twist where YOU can stand a chance to win a gift by voting your TWO favourite terrarium designs and storyline!
About the challenge:
- Theme: Mountain
- Participants: Naug Team
How to vote:
- Browse the terrarium designs below
- Click on the link below to vote
- Fill in your details and select TWO of your favourites
- Wait for the winner and 30 lucky voters announcement on 23 September 2025
Terrarium designs:
Long ago, monks built a secret sanctuary deep within the mountains. At the heart of this sanctuary lies the Whispering River, a stream said to carry the voices of nature itself. The stone lanterns were placed to guide wandering spirits back home, while the moss-covered hills protect the balance of the land.
Legend says that if you sit quietly by the river’s bridge and listen closely, you can hear the whispers of the forest — stories of peace, harmony and timeless serenity carried by the flowing water.
A TIE Fighter plummets from the sky and crashes against the mountainside, surrounded by a strange alien forest glowing with bioluminescent plants. The injured Imperial pilot crawls out of the wreckage, staggering as he grips his blaster. From deep within the forest come eerie sounds, as if the entire wilderness is watching his every move.
Mist drifts along the rocky slopes as a towering figure emerges from between the twisted trees — Darth Vader, his crimson lightsaber igniting the darkness. The glow reflects across the jagged cliffs and the bizarre foliage around them. The pilot freezes, fear flooding his eyes. Vader steps closer, stops before him, and with a chilling voice declares:
“I am your father.”
What will the pilot’s response be? Click HERE to find out.
This terrarium tells the story of growth, even in silence. The mountain reminds me of all the challenges I’ve had to climb on my own while the cave reflects the quiet and heavy moments where I pull back into myself as there are times that feel like it’s only me and my thoughts. Yet, my passion has always pushed me forward just like the river that keeps flowing.
The scattered plants inside are intentional! They are placed apart, each finding its own space to survive and thrive. Someone once told me that I can still grow and glow wherever I’m ”thrown.” Well I guess this little world inside the terrarium proves it, even when separated, even when the ground is uneven, life will still find a way to bloom.
Because growth doesn’t always need noise, company or perfect conditions. It sometimes happens in silence quietly and beautifully ~
Nestled between towering cliffs lies a hidden pass, where horses roam as if untouched by the world beyond. The moss and stone hold their silence, while movement below brings the scene to life. It speaks of balance of grounding roots and restless journeys.
Both needed to carry us forward.
Guided by flickering signals, an exploration ship descends through a fog-draped valley, only to uncover the resting place of a fallen legend. The warship, once feared across the stars, lies broken and rusted — its colossal frame split across a mountain ridge, its nose buried deep in the river below. Water cascades through its ruptured hull, blending the scars of battle with the slow erosion of time.
As the crew surveys the wreck, they imagine the chaos of its last moments: the desperate fight, the fiery descent, and the final crash that silenced its engines forever. Now, shrouded in moss and mist, the vessel stands as both grave and monument — an eternal reminder that even the greatest warriors eventually fall.
Long ago, in the final days of the great war, a Zaku mobile suit was sent into the mountains for one last battle. But the pilot never returned. Whether he fell in combat, was forced to retreat or simply disappeared into the mists of time.. no one knows.
Now, the Zaku lies forgotten among the rocks and moss. Its once powerful frame is rusted, half-buried in soil, and slowly being reclaimed by nature. The mountain has grown around it, vines wrapping its joints, moss covering its armor, and tiny plants sprouting from cracks in its body.
Where once it was a weapon of destruction, it has become a sanctuary for life. Birds perch on its shoulders, insects crawl across its plating and roots creep deeper into its hollow shell.
To travelers who pass by, it is no longer a war machine — it is a relic. A monument of a forgotten age, blending with the earth, serving as a reminder that even machines cannot resist time. And so, the abandoned Zaku remains—a silent sentinel in the mountains, watching over the moss and stones, resting eternally in peace
This is the story of a sad little boy.
His eyes were once full of light. But every time he makes a decision or does anything, he does not get approval, only ridicule and mockery. Slowly.. the light disappeared from his eyes. When someone asked him why he was always alone and isolated, he just smiled.
The seeds of disapproval had already taken root in his heart. He always likes to stare at the night sky alone because someone said that,
the brightest star in the sky represents the person who loves him the most.
Only then could he be himself.
This terrarium reflects the quiet beauty of mountains along the highway — scenery often overlooked, yet for me, it is the most cherished part of any journey. The slopes and bushy trees stand like guardians, offering both protection and calm, reminding us that the road itself is as meaningful as the destination.
It is a metaphor for life’s long drives: though our minds often cloud with worries about what could go wrong, the journey is already filled with stillness and wonder if we choose to notice it. The mountains stand firm, the trees breathe calm and the path ahead unfolds gently.
This piece is an invitation to slow down, to honor the unnoticed and to see the grace that quietly holds us along the way.
Hidden deep within the valley lies a shrine covered in emerald moss. Here, the mist never fades and only those who pass through the red torii gate may enter this secluded realm.
It is said that the stone lantern lights the path home, while the carved stone bears the name of an ancient guardian deity. Those who arrive with a sincere wish will be heard at dawn, as the spirit of the forest answers through morning dew.
In this sacred place, every prayer takes root in moss, growing into strength that guides and protects the traveler’s journey.
Someone’s opinion may matter to the world, yet in a quiet valley, beneath stone and moss, a hidden world thrives. Climb the mountain and look there’s a clear sky, feelings unbound, no pressure, only freedom. This isn’t a choice, but a way of being.
Mountains rise from the still earth, a bridge stretches into the unknown, and tiny creatures wander freely. No voices disturb the peace only growth, silence and the whisper of life. A land untouched by hurry, where the spirit learns to roam unchained.
Love, Free Spirit
Among the rugged stones, two blossoms rise, delicate yet resilient. They soften the mountain’s harshness, turning rock into refuge. This sanctuary is not built of walls, but of petals, moss and quiet air, a reminder that even in the toughest places, beauty takes root and thrives.
The terrarium emphasizes the beauty and tranquility of rural landscapes ("West Virginia, mountain mama").
Nature here is not just a backdrop, but a source of emotional grounding.
Click HERE for the vibes!
Voting ends on 14 September 2025. The winners and lucky voters will be announced on our social media and contacted respectively.
Your vote could make our team's day.. and maybe win you a gift too!
Cast your vote today and be part of our anniversary celebration.
