“What are you?” I ask. For one second, his body morphs. Inky-black hair and eyes replace the Green Man’s more vibrant ones. His skin pales, his features turning sinister. Those upturned eyes, that pouty mouth and plaited hair. I’ve seen that face before! It’s the dark-haired man from my most recent nightmare. “What is a body really?” he says. “Something that constrains you, something that perishes.” The image dissipates, and he’s the Green Man once more. “I have a thousand eyes and even more souls. I am what happens when even darkness dies. Look at me and see the truth.”
