The dryad places her hands on your cheeks and leans forward, tilting your head so that your foreheads meet. As when she'd attempted to cast out the eggs the night before, you feel the crawling sensation of her roots spreading across your temples...<br/><br/>and then suddenly, the world opens up in a hundred different directions. You see yourself, you see the dryad, you see the hedge from so many different directions that it's almost overwhelming. You can see every inch of the forest spread out before you... every blade of grass, every movement, every leaf that falls from every tree. It's truly overwhelming... which is likely why the dryad pulls her roots out so quickly, forcibly depositing you back into your own body.<br/><br/>"You see? Hard to explain..." The dryad smiles, her forehead still resting against yours. "But that is what it is like."