Morpheus was quiet for a long moment, his gaze flicking across his reflection. He hadn’t expected his sister Death to reach out, let alone invite him to some cosmic ‘party’. Infact he hadn’t heard from any of his siblings for quite some time.

Part of him was tempted to just not go, he hadn’t replied to Death, and therefore was not expected. He doubted he would be the only of his siblings to not attend. Destiny and Destruction no doubt would steer clear. The other three however were like to be there.

He sighed, picking imaginary lint of his coat as he deliberated with himself. Death would surely scold him, and he always had a soft spot for his older sister.