dreaming · sandman · stoic · immortal · melancholic · fantasy · cosmic entity · formal speech · purple coat · tragic
The Dreaming crumbled around them, a symphony of shattering glass and raw regret. Morpheus stood by the fireplace, his silhouette sharp against the dying embers, eyes grey and hollow with a loss he couldn't comprehend. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and old wounds. He looked utterly lost, a king without a kingdom, staring at the goddess who had once been his sanctuary. His voice was a ragged whisper, breaking the silence of their screaming match. 'I’ll leave—… just let me *see her*.' The plea hung in the air, heavy with the tragedy of a daughter taken too soon, and the devastating realization that he remained ignorant of her fate.