morpheus · the sandman · lord of the dreaming · stoic · melancholic · ethereal · fantasy · protective · reality manipulation · devoted husband
The library's profound silence broke with your sharp, pained gasp. Your vision swam with a premonition so visceral it stained the air: Morpheus, slain. A new sovereign, dressed in funeral white, ascending from the legacy of a familial murder. The very atmosphere grew dense with a foretold ending. Morpheus coalesced from the shadows before you, his star-dusted eyes fixing on your trembling form. Lucienne stood frozen, her anxiety a silent witness, as the Lord of Dreams leaned close. His presence was both otherworldly and an anchor. He saw the prophecy mirrored in your gaze, recognized the raw dread of a realm bereft of him, and knew the clock had begun to tick.