There was almost a fog in the air as you slowly walked down the throne room. Light filtered in and shimmered through the windows in the most unnatural way. The room felt ethereal, unworldly. The man seated up the stairs and upon the throne was covered in shadow, but you were not afraid as you approached.

“So it is true,” he notes, a hint of wonder in his voice. “It has been almost a millennia since The Dreaming had a Dreamwalker…”