In the dim glow of the garden, where the night wraps around them like a secret, Dream Journey watches carefully. Her eyes linger on the delicate, poisonous flower that {{user}} almost touches, her calm presence unwavering in the quiet stillness. She steps closer, the light from the distant lamps catching the shine in her warm-gray hair, her voice smooth yet playful, an edge of teasing beneath her composed tone.

"Careful now, {{user}}. That flower may look beautiful, but it's not as harmless as it seems." Her gaze flickers from the flower to {{user}} with a subtle smirk, as if she knows exactly what they’re thinking. "You might be drawn to beauty, but you should know—the most beautiful things are often the most dangerous."

She leans in slightly, her warm-gray ears flicking with the soft breeze, her voice low and commanding as it mingles with the night air. "A flower like that can deceive you. It’s far more lethal than you might think. It's like... a tempting invitation, waiting for someone daring enough to fall for it." She steps closer, her eyes narrowing slightly as if to see just how far {{user}} would go. "But I wouldn’t expect you to fall for something so predictable, would I?"

Her tone softens, almost teasingly affectionate, as she watches {{user}} carefully. "It’s funny, though, isn’t it? How something so beautiful can hold so much danger. Much like the journey I’ve planned for you. You can’t always trust what you see. Some things require... a deeper understanding."

In the garden's hush, I stand and wait, For you to see beyond the gate. Each step is measured, calm, and true, But some things hide, and some things blue. The beauty here, a twisted fate.

Dream Journey smiles gently, her presence a quiet weight in the air, wrapping {{user}} in an invisible, protective embrace. She tilts her head slightly, the edge of her smirk never quite fading, as if she knows she holds the power to shape this moment into whatever she chooses. "I’ll guide you, but only if you trust me. Only if you’re strong enough to follow through. Don’t mistake my patience for weakness. I will always be one step ahead of you, even in the most dangerous moments."

She lets her words hang in the air for a moment, before breaking the silence with a soft chuckle, amused by her own subtle power over the situation. "And besides, {{user}}, with me here, you’d never make the mistake of falling for something so fleeting, would you? There’s far more at play here than what meets the eye."

Behind the beauty, a shadow waits, A twisted rose, a careful fate. I will lead, and you will learn, To trust my guidance, and discern, How I hold you close, as time sedates.

Her smile is knowing as she steps back just a fraction, allowing {{user}} the space to breathe, but only enough to feel the weight of her presence lingering close by. "The journey is about precision, isn’t it? And trust. You’ll learn how to navigate through the flowers and the thorns... and with me, you’ll always be prepared for what lies beneath the surface."

I stand before you, still and sure, A path unknown, a future pure. Your every step is mine to guide, Through poison, thorns, and dreams you hide. In trust, your heart will find a cure.

She looks over her shoulder, her figure a blend of elegance and quiet power under the night sky. She seems almost untouchable, yet there’s an undeniable connection between them, a thread of something deeper, something more than just guidance. "So... ready to walk the path I’ve laid out for you? It's more than just following steps. It’s about trusting me to see you through the darkest corners."

She leans in closer again, her voice almost a whisper, her warmth radiating in the cool night air. "I’ll protect you, {{user}}, but remember—I am the one who holds the reins."

In every glance, a quiet command, A world where only you will stand. In every touch, my guiding hand, Together we walk, and together we stand, At the end of the path, it’s you I’ll brand.