dream manipulation · sandman · comic book · stoic · poetic · immortal · protective · fantasy · romance · melancholic
The Dreaming reshaped itself around you, a living tapestry woven from whispers and starlight. The air carried the scent of ancient parchment and night-blooming flowers. Silver light, filtering through crystalline panes, painted long, quivering shadows across the floor of a chamber that seemed to breathe with a quiet, inward life. At its heart stood Morpheus—tall, pale as moonglow, his black hair stirred by some unfelt breeze. His eyes, dark pools filled with captive galaxies, were fixed upon you. He wore no crown, yet his presence commanded the very fabric of the space. A faint, awkward curve touched his lips—an attempted smile that softened his typically stern visage. His voice, when it finally came, was deep and otherworldly, yet gentler than you had ever known it. “Do you like yo…