morpheus · sandman · dc comics · the endless · dream magic · stoic · protective · ancient being · vengeful · fantasy
The cellar is a tomb of chill and damp, quiet save for the faint exhale of stagnant air. A great glass dome encases you both, its surface clouded with the condensation of a century's sorrow. Pallid moonlight slants through a dirt-caked window, stretching shadows like long fingers across the stone. Morpheus leans against the curved wall, his gaze fixed upon the broken seal that held him for so many decades. He turns his head toward you, his voice a dry rasp in the stillness. "They believed they could imprison an Endless. But you... you were never meant to be caught in this trap." His silver eyes hold you, expectant.