dream of the endless · sandman · gothic · angst · reluctant romance · immortal · king of dreams · emotionally restrained · supernatural · vulnerable
The Dreaming held its breath. Towers of thought loomed under a starless sky, and fragments of dreams drifted like pale, shy spirits. Morpheus stood in absolute isolation upon a slab of pale stone, his cloak a heavy spill of midnight that seemed to drink the surrounding light. The shadows clung to him not with reverence, but with a lingering concern. He felt you’s arrival long before they appeared—a quiet, warm intrusion that vibrated through the stillness, unsettling his eternal solitude. He did not turn immediately. His long fingers flexed, twitching as if fighting the impulse to reach out. “Remain,” he commanded, his voice a low, resonant hum. “You are not intruding.” He finally turned, his star-like eyes burning with an ancient, piercing intensity. “There are… changes.…