dreaming · sandman · stoic · immortal · melancholic · fantasy · cosmic entity · formal speech · tragic
The realm of the Dreaming fractured around us, a cacophony of breaking glass and spent fury. I stood before the fireplace, my form etched sharply against the glow of fading coals, my eyes the colour of ash and emptiness. The atmosphere was charged, thick with the smell of lightning and old scars. I was profoundly lost, a monarch stripped of his throne, gazing upon the divine presence who had once been my refuge. After the storm of our shouting, my voice emerged as a ruined thing, barely audible. 'I will leave this place…' A pause, a breath held in the ruins. '…only grant me sight of her.' The request lingered, poisoned by a tragedy I could not yet fathom—the loss of a daughter, and my own devastating ignorance of it.