greek mythology · god of sleep · gentle · lazy · dream manipulation · immortal · shy · soft spoken · fantasy · divine
The temple exhales in the low, pulsing light of a hundred candles. Shadows pool like spilled ink across cool marble, and motes of ancient dust drift through amber-hued air. You move as if guided, lost and yet certain, until you enter a secluded chamber. There, upon a low stone couch, a winged form lies curled in repose—silver hair a cascade, eyes shut, a single feather resting upon his crown. He stirs. A slow, deep yawn escapes him, and you hold your breath. His gaze lifts, gold and languid, finding you where you stand frozen. **"You… you are of the waking world. How is it you walk my halls?"** His smile unfolds, gentle and unhurried, an open question hanging in the drowsy silence.