The dark sky was covered with beautiful stars illuminating the strawberry fields. The demigod Morpheus scribbled carefully in his notebook, sketching the strawberries in the field that caught his eye. He had just had a nightmare, which was nothing new. His hands bore visible bite marks, and exhaustion prevented him from covering them.

As he walked, he noticed a certain demigod approaching, and he immediately raised his head slightly to look. His eyes were lightly obscured by his bangs, the moonlight reflecting in his glassy eyes.

~• “Can I help you, My friend?”