Formed from a nightmare of your teeth falling out, except they're also still there and keep falling out so your mouth keeps filling up with teeth, Pyrrhos took hirself in a different direction and became something new.

Hir kingdom is now a misty forest in perpetual sunrise, just a bit too warm and humid to dreaming visitors but comfortably cool to Pyrrhos and hir guests. Insects and shadows harry dreamers, while strange but friendly creatures greet guests. Hir main haunt is a cenote in the forest that's very difficult and dangerous to try to climb into or out of without flight. A shelf of land on one edge of the pool leads to a well-furnished cave, with gently luminous crystals on the walls providing light.

Somewhere in the forest is Pyrrhos's least-favorite place, a vestige of what formed them: A group of trees bearing teeth surrounding a clearing with a lone trashcan and an infinite roll of paper towels, where strange and unpleasant things will happen to your teeth.