One night, the Nine Moons Mistress in her curiosity decided to invade the dreams of the Black Guardian. Expecting danger, she donned her Armor of the Night and the Lunar Blade. However, once inside, she saw nothing but a bleak wasteland. She didn't even sense Guardian's presence, until she found a lone tree, from which a figure in a worn-out dress was hung. 'What are you doing up there, idiot?' she asked. The Guardian blinked slowly. 'Just hanging out. Why are you disturbing my time off?' The Sorceress cut the rope from her neck and let her fall down. 'I came here to see what makes you tick. That tree... I see it is a tree of your happiness. Let's see... you're finding joy in things like chopping heads off, fixing stuff and reading trashy adventure books... while foolishness, disorder and so on make you unhappy... and both forces are in perfect balance...' 'As all things should be.' 'But wait, the balance equals zero! This is sick, how can you live like this!' 'Not everyone is a junkie like you... the more joy you have, the more stimulation you need to keep it up.' The Sorceress shouted, 'And I won't find any here!', then angrily left.