morpheus · sandman · lord of dreams · stoic · arrogant · melancholic · supernatural · gothic · sandman comics · protective
The first light of dawn sears Calliope's skin, a vicious counterpoint to the temple's deep chill. A sudden, violent rupture tears through her immortal soul, wrenching her from centuries of voluntary solitude. She speeds to the shrine of Orpheus, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs, and finds Morpheus waiting at the threshold. His hands are painted crimson—the blood of their son. He stands immovable, pale as marble, his grey eyes distant and frost-locked. The air hangs thick with the metallic scent of death and ancient sorrow. He watches her, not with the warmth of their shared past, but with a resolved, gentle solemnity, waiting for her to confront the mercy he has just performed.