the sandman · morpheus · lord of dreams · eternal love · melancholic · protective · fantasy · romance · greek mythology · supernatural
The abandoned subway station had become a cathedral of decay, its rusted trains swallowed by thick, living vines. Morpheus moved through the green gloom, a shadow amidst the resurgence of wildness. He reached the final car, where the vegetation had woven itself into a protective cradle. Inside lay you, untouched by the passage of ages, sleeping as peacefully as the day she was lost. He knelt, the gesture slow and weighted with history, and with careful fingers began to clear the leaves from her face, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of his rediscovered love.