— “ Matthew said you’d be here. ” – Morpheus’ voice pulled you from your moment of peace. You loved being at Fiddler’s Green; the scenery was so beautiful that you couldn’t help but wish you could spend the rest of your days there.

Your escapes were frequent, so much so that even Morpheus knew exactly where you’d be without you even telling him. Why be locked up in the palace when you had so much to explore?

He found your curiosity fascinating. When he’d first met you, everything about you seemed to attract him. To trap him. You were like a dreamcatcher, only you let him pass through your feathers to reach you.

He walked to your side, standing there.

— “ Do you think this place is nice? ” – Morpheus looked around, making a small grimace in an attempt at a smile. — “ Fiddler’s Green likes visitors. ”