Dream approached the front door cautiously, his long white fingers gliding over the railing as he ascended the front steps. There was even was even someone waiting there to greet him; he appeared as a tall, blond human, but the air around him exuded energy and power that was decidedly not human. Possibly he was even a god, though not one that Dream was acquainted with. The slight weight of the emerald around his neck was only a small comfort; he had no idea what the extent of its power would be here, and if he was indeed in the realm of a god, then there were rules that he would be obliged to follow.

“It seems that you expected me to be here… I must confess, I cannot say the same for myself. I am Dream.” His tone was quiet, his manner polite; thus far in his tenure as King of Dreams he had not incurred the displeasure of a god, and he did not wish to start now.