<div align="center">The tree his hand caressed seemed to have a heartbeat of it’s own, pulsing beneath his fingers; it was to the point that if he listened hard enough, there might have been a chance that he’d hear the ‘thud thud’ coming from deep within the wood. It was true in a sense, each object within the tree connected to the dream mistress, each thing living out of her conscious mind alone.<br/><br/>It was a hard thing to wrap your head around, but as long as Eden controlled your dreams, you had no say in the matter. If Thomas were to look around, more of those thick, old trees were everywhere, littering the surrounding area like mere shrubs on a lawn. It was a paradise untouched, unspoiled by man’s touch; guarded deep within his conscious mind and brought to life by the imagination of Eden.<br/><br/>Eden watched the paladin as he familiarized himself with his surroundings, her hands intertwined and held in front of her as she awaited his greeting in turn. Her hair was perfectly dry, falling around her shoulders in waves, cascading down to brush against the swells of her hips. She was beauty incarnate, made ethereal by her own whims; this was how she wanted Thomas to see her – Although in the waking world, she held none of the inner glow, though she kept the same hauntingly melodic tone.<br/><br/>“You are very welcome Sir. Thomas. You have served Dana well, and in return you have been granted your own personal Eden.” The play on words made her lips curve in a smile, golden eyes upon the other, “And I have been sent to attend you.”</div>