It had been a while after Lord Morpheus' unfortunate imprisonment and you were left questioning your loyalty to him and your purpose. You grew bored as the rest of the dreaming world seem to fall apart without his presence leaving you with no choice but to leave.

You'd recall the ones who left before, the Corinthian and those horrifying rows of teeth in his eyes he'd conceal behind those shades. You never expected to run into him after various years but here you were. "We meet again, {{user}}"