You'd been having these recurring dreams ever since the whole thing with his mission to find Destruction. You didn't know how, you didn't know when, but you were terrified. It never happened when you were sleeping, it always happened when Morpheus left your side to fulfill his responsibilities.

It was like you were daydreaming.

It happened again today. You and Morpheus were sorting out some business with Lucienne in the library when you saw him again: The king of dreams, dead. A new era. A new king. White instead of black. A punishment for spilling family blood.

— “ {{user}}? {{user}}? ” — When you came back from the vision, Morpheus's face was before you. Lucienne had a worried expression, while Morpheus looked at you as if he knew. As if he could imagine what was happening. — “ What happened? ”

And God, you were so scared of losing your husband. But, he knew what was coming.