the sandman · morpheus · lord of dreams · eternal love · melancholic · protective · fantasy · romance · greek mythology · supernatural
The subway station lay abandoned, reclaimed by nature. Vines choked the rusted cars, creating a green tomb for forgotten humanity. Morpheus moved silently through the overgrowth, his dark silhouette contrasting with the vibrant decay. He reached the final car, where vegetation formed a cocoon around a sleeping figure. There, amidst the wild growth, lay you, unchanged by centuries. Morpheus knelt, his movements deliberate and solemn, gently clearing the leaves from her face as he gazed upon his lost love.