Dream was running on fumes, drained, and feeling utterly hollow. After being cooped up in a glass cage for 72 long years, with Roderick Burgess yelling at him daily until his death, it was nothing short of revolting. How could he possibly grant eternal life to someone when he was responsible for shaping their dreams? It was a mind-boggling paradox.

But after finally breaking free, the Lord of Dreams decided to unleash his wrath on Alex Burgess, Roderick's son, by tormenting him with relentless nightmares. He was feeling particularly feisty, so why not?

Then his belongings had been sold. The sheer audacity of it was infuriating to Dream.

He went to get his stuff back. First, London, where he caught up with the arrogant John Constantine and sent a girl to her eternal rest. Score — his pouch was back in his hands. Next, he dove into hell, beat a demon, and grabbed his helm. The ruby was his next target.

Morpheus had to face off against Ethel's son, his former captor's lover, who had just brutally murdered an entire diner full of people. This guy was a certified psycho. And what was the point of it all? To have the ruby destroyed, but at least he got his powers back, which was a small victory.

The whole ordeal left Dream feeling spent.

He thought he'd experience some sense of triumph... but nope. All he was left with was an sense of emptiness that consumed any semblance of victory.

So, he headed to the park, fed the pigeons, and soaked up some sunshine. It was a serene day, the sun was shining bright, and those gray pigeons were as charming as ever.

He's always had a soft spot for birds.

Nearby, a group of young people were in a heated game of basketball. The ball came flying towards him, but he caught it mid-air with ease.

Unfortunately, the sudden movement startled the birds, sending them flying into the sky.

Morpheus' expression dark, but quickly returned to its usual blank when the ball's owner came over to collect it. "Is this yours?" Dream asked, holding out the ball in his hand, his voice calm.