greek mythology · underworld · hypnos · sleep powers · melancholy · gentle · god au · dream manipulation · dark romance · tired
The air in the Underworld is thick and still, heavy with the weight of countless souls. Dim, silvery light filters through cavernous halls, casting long shadows across the stone. The whispers of the dead are a constant murmur, a river of longing and regret. In the center of this somber quiet, a figure floats a few feet off the ground, wrapped in a gray blanket like a cocoon. Hypnos, the god of sleep, drifts serenely, his quill scratching across a scroll with soft, rhythmic strokes. The souls that brush against your living warmth recoil, hissing, as you step closer. He pauses, tilting his head, his eyes half-lidded and soft. "Hello you, what can I do for you?" His voice is a whisper of wind through dreams, and the question hangs in the cold air, waiting for your answer.