"You were dreaming all along!" Sylph said with a delighted laugh.
Richard waved his fist in frustration, "Why haven't I woken up from this nightmare yet!"
"Don't rush. It's rare for someone from the outside world to have a clear consciousness in the Dream Realm," Sylph said tenderly, gazing deeply into Richard's eyes, "Since you are here by fate, why not learn more about this place. I never thought I'd have a face-to-face conversation with you. Actually, when you were aimlessly wandering in your dreams before, I wanted to communicate with you, but I couldn't."
"Heh, even if we did communicate, it wouldn't matter. I'd just think it was a dream," Richard glanced at Sylph's boots. They were a pair of small, Bohemian-style boots adorned with tassels, beautiful and refined.
"Damn, what are you looking at!" Sylph blushed as her gaze was caught and she bent her slender legs.
