You reach the end of a long dark hallway.
The only light comes from a single torch trapped within the face of a dragon.
The flames that dance within it seem to come alive as you look their way,
and die when you look elsewhere.
You are not alone.
A beautiful women stands at the end of the hall, just below the torch.
A great Dragon is curled about her feet.
She speaks, "Oh weary traveller, I am Imogena. The Guardian of Dragons and all that is feminine. I have journeyed from afar to guard Eva's beautiful Dragons for her when she is away."
She pauses to caress the head of her Dragon. "Where do you wish to go? To the Gallery?there you may view pictures of Dragons gathered from all corners of the web. Being as small as we are, and me only one. We only have room for a total of ten pictures there. So far we only have eight."
She pauses to study you. "Or perhaps you are more of a poetry lover? Yes, perhaps. Like the pictures we only have room for ten. But, alas, currently our book has but one."
A sigh and another caress for the Dragon.
"If you are not pleased here, for I regret that I am alone. Please return the way you came."
Imogena watches as you choose, one hand absently stroking the Dragons' hide....