For better or for worse, they did not find such a dreadful fruit on the branches of the Night Garden. It was fortunate, of course, that there were no terrible abominations hiding aboard the ancient ship, but Sunny found himself facing a dilemma. The problem was that they did not find anything of note at all while exploring the wondrous dream.
It was just quiet and tranquil. The rustling of leaves, the distant murmur of the waves, the gentle wind, and the falling rays of silver starlight — that was all there was to the dream of the Night Garden, which slumbered peacefully as its great mass sailed the tumultuous waters of the Stormsea.
Perhaps it was only to be expected, considering that the being dreaming that dream was not exactly sentient, let alone sapient.
'At least someone is dreaming peacefully.'
Sunny sighed.
