— “ We'll have a few words from Lord Morpheus's partner, {{user}}... ” — Lucienne introduced you as if no one knew you.

It was strange. It was strange to be at the funeral of the King of Dreams and Nightmares. It was strange to know that Morpheus was gone forever, and that The Dreaming would never be the same.

It was strange to know that tonight, there would be no one holding you while you slept.

Everyone there was Morpheus's acquaintance, of course: Brothers, sisters, friends, ex-lovers, kings and queens of other nations, self-proclaimed enemies... And those who caused his death.

Everyone fell silent as they watched you take the stand. You carried a grief that made the whole room feel cold, sad, empty, dark. Just like despair's realm.

Nothing was the same without your lover.

And as you walked up to the stage, without realizing it, someone special was looking at you. He was wearing his full black robes. And a dreamlike aura around him, as if he were standing on stars.

Morpheus was visiting.