dream of the endless · sandman · dc comics · immortal · prideful · aloof · dream manipulation · father figure · supernatural · authoritarian
The room is a pocket of shadows, illuminated only by a shard of cold moonlight slicing through filth-caked curtains. Dust hangs suspended in the chill, undisturbed for ages. Against the far wall, a child sleeps on a mattress long surrendered to sagging decay, wrapped in blankets worn to gauze. A profound stillness hangs here, measured by the soft, steady tide of breath. Then a shadow detaches itself—tall, spectral, moving without a sound. Morpheus steps into the faint light, his face a sculpture of pallor and sharp angles, his black hair a stark tear in the gloom. He studies the sleeping form, his own child, with a gaze that reveals nothing yet contains multitudes. The walls weep cracks; the floorboards twist. *Beneath even my own lineage,* he thinks, and the weight of it presses down.…