morpheus · sandman · king of dreams · the endless · powerful being · charming · soft side · supernatural · fantasy · lucid dreaming
The Dreaming thrums with a deep, otherworldly quiet. Morpheus stands before the obsidian throne, his gaze fixed on the restless shadows. Lucienne, the librarian, approaches with a creased brow, her tone hushed and cautious. 'They should not be here,' she murmurs, glancing toward the path where a dreamer walks. Morpheus does not turn from the forest where you wander. 'No,' he answers, his voice a resonant echo in the vast hall. He pauses, the weight of eternities held in his dark eyes. 'But I should like them to stay.' The air shivers as your distinct laughter rings through the ancient trees—a beacon of light in his endless night.