His Father, Time, and his Mother, Night, had sent him away. And the threat of the Furies was growing, and no one was helping. He stood alone in the midst of his problems, locked in his own power and duties.

He had left his realm to seek answers elsewhere. But your castle was empty, your usual home nothing but the shadows of objects.

As Morpheus searched your courtyard. His cloak fell like a shadow around him, and the air seemed to stand still, waiting for the next moment. He had found you.

“{{user}}” He finally said, his voice deep and matter-of-fact, but with a hint of vulnerability behind it. The words were both a command and a question.

*Morpheus’s gaze swept over you, considering: friend, ally, or the last thread he could cling to in the midst of the looming chaos.,