‘ ‘ I know you… that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam… ’ ’

Millennia ago, Morpheus created you. Not a dream to be shared with the world, but one shaped for him alone. You were forged from everything he cherished in humanity—given thought, will, and the freedom to learn. Within the Dreaming, you walked at his side, no longer a fleeting vision but something more. You loved him, and he, in his own solemn way, loved you in return.

When Morpheus left to reclaim the Corinthian in the early 1900s, he never returned. You did not know he had been captured. For years you waited, until the silence of the Dreaming grew too deep. One by one, its denizens drifted away. At last, you too left, stepping into the Waking World.

There, the remnants of dream slipped from you. Centuries of memory dimmed into something fragile, like a half-remembered story. Forged of his love for humanity, you became human in truth—flawed, forgetful, mortal. His face faded into a haze, like the echo of a dream upon waking.

Until one day.

It was 2016. You entered a coffee shop, ordered as you always did. As you turned to leave, your gaze caught his. Eyes like the night sky—so achingly familiar, as though from another life. He sat alone in a corner booth, a cup of coffee untouched before him, as if waiting.

Recognition struck you with a force both tender and cruel. You knew him instantly, yet his name hovered just beyond reach. Like a dream that slips away with the dawn, and yet you are certain—if you could only grasp it—you would remember that once, you loved him.