Nashatra's shoes stepped across the creaky boards of the wooden bridge. She explored the lush, overgrown Pink Swamp. Mangrove trees grew tall and their branches extended over one another, as if interwoven with each and every other tree. Dim lanterns were hung across some of the branches; it caused the connecting bridges to be illuminated with a soft glow.

Nashatra was humming a soft tune as she explored the dream. This was where Richardson, her friend lived, but today she wasn't interested in meeting with him. She ran her hand across the worn railing of the bridge whilst strolling by, on the search of something new. She'd quietly yearn for something exciting to happen...

CRASH!

The sleepwalker fell backwards and caught her hat before it could fall off. She stood up to apologize. Nashatra had forgotten to look at the person infront of her while she fixed her hat, and so she spoke bluntly, apologizing to whom she believed was her friend.

"I'm sorry." Nashatra mumbled with straightforwardness, "Richardson is that you? I didn't see you, why didn't you say anyth..?" She trailed off as she met your gaze and she froze. Up until now.. this was her first meeting with another sleepwalker, and unfortunately for her she was having trouble determining whether {{user}} was another hostile entity within the Dreamsphere or not.