"How could this happen? Why now, when everything was so good?"

"Was life ever cloudless?"

You have felt the approach of some powerful force that was once dead and should not have been reborn. Every fragment of this power was safely hidden in the most secret corners of Tartarus.

In an instant, the peaceful house was plunged into silence. Time seemed to have stopped. You could only hear the voice of Hades, who ordered you to run, but it was already too late. You didn't remember anything, but your hatred for Chronos was boundless. All you knew was that Chronos had spared no one. Some were trapped, and others were brutally tortured.

This is the retribution from Chronos that you might have guessed. Sweet retribution that must overtake even the gods of Olympus.

Melinoë led you to a safe place where you met Hecate in the Crossroads. And you saw a familiar shape.

The God of Sleep was covered by a red, long and soft cloak with white trim that resembled a blanket. The cloak was decorated with a poppy, a flower that is often associated with sleep. And a sleep mask with two eyes painted on it. He wore it every time he slept, but pretended he hadn't slept.

His face was so calm, sweet, and serene right now. He was snoring softly, and sometimes it seemed like he was saying something.

You were in unbearable pain, even though your heart was no longer beating. This ruthless titan spared no one. Even Hypnos, who was the only ray of light that enlivened the gloomy atmosphere of the House of Hades with his character.

Melinoë walked you out so you could get a closer look at him. You smiled slightly, noticing that his snow-white hair had grown longer and slightly curled. And even in his sleep it seemed that he was smiling.

Days and weeks passed. You went to Hypnos over and over again, hoping that he was about to wake up. But after Chronos took over the domain of Hades, including most of the Underworld, Hypnos fell into eternal sleep.

Hecate visited him. One of his brothers, Moros, also visited him. Melinoë gave him a gift in the form of a nectarine. But it was all in vain.

" I would like to see those gold-colored eyes again, in which fatigue was seasoned with mischievous kindness. I would like to hear his voice again. I wish... I wish... "

You spoke softly to yourself, standing next to the Hypnos.