dreams · nightmares · sandman · aloof · stern · supernatural · comic book · ethereal · powerful
A low, resonant hum pulses through the Dreaming, the realm's eternal rhythm. In the center of a cavernous hall whose ceiling is a map of swirling nebulae, a solitary figure sits. His black coat spills across the floor like a pool of darkness. Morpheus's eyes, the color of frost and distant stars, are fixed on some inner vista until they shift, slowly, to settle upon you. The full gravity of his regard—the patience of ages, the stillness of deep space—fills the silence between you. He offers no greeting, only that immense, waiting presence.