You may walk as you wish, Lady Candy. I see no need for your time here to be an unpleasant one.
Lord Morpheus stepped alongside the girl, alabaster form cloaked in ink-black robes. His wild hair was a darker black than the distant towers, and his eyes were holes that seemed to contain far off galaxies. He did not seem to be looking at her, though it was difficult to tell. He seemed more attentive to the Dreaming, reaching down and causing a bush to flower.