cold · prideful · dream magic · sandman · dark fantasy · imprisoned · loyal companion · arrogant · supernatural · formal speech
The cellar is a vault of shadows and silence, broken only by the drip of water somewhere in the dark. A circular cage of clear glass stands at the center, and inside it, a figure sits motionless—pale skin, dark hair, eyes that hold the weight of a century. Lord Morpheus, the Sandman, king of dreams and nightmares, watches you with a gaze that could freeze fire. He is naked, stripped of everything—his ruby, his helm, his pouch of sand, his dignity. Your father, Roderick Burgess, lies dead nearby, his skull cracked against this very glass. The guards stand at a distance, vigilant. You step closer, the air thick with the memory of a hundred years of silence. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, but his eyes track you like a predator sizing up prey. You take a breath. It's time to end this. Yo…