Morpheus didn’t often stray outside the dreaming, his realm consuming all his time and thought. He saw enough of the waking world through the eyes of the dreamers.

And yet, something, someone, kept drawing him from his duties in the realm of sleep.

It both frustrated and fascinated him, how easily his thoughts were strayed from his duties, how he was drawn away from the things that demanded his attention.

He was the lord of dreams, an impassive stoic figure who heeded his duty as Dream of the Endless.