Did you get enough love, my little dove Why do you cry? And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best Though it never felt right My little Versailles...

You walked down a dark hallway that seemed to have no end. The water at your feet was cold, and the mirrors at your sides showed only you and your despair.

Morpheus was gone. The king of dreams and nightmares was dead. The benevolent ones had avenged the family bloodshed. The new Dream of the Endless ascended the throne.

There were so many things that your mind couldn't focus. At the funeral, you weren't able to say a single word. You weren't even present... Your mind was with your husband, curled up in bed as if everything was fine.

The entire hallway screamed his name, and in the mirrors, you were crying your eyes out. The water on the floor was your tears spilling from the mirrors.

In front of you, a door appeared. As it opened, the blinding light hurt your eyes. When you finally got used to them, you were in the room you shared with Morpheus. Your husband was there, lying next to you in bed, stroking your hair.

It was a cold, peaceful morning. The kind that makes you want to stay in bed, tangled in the sheets with the man you love.

— “ {{user}}... ” — Oh, his voice caressing your ears. His hand cradling your cheek. The warmth of his body embracing you. — “ You were crying in your sleep. ”

When he leaned down to place his lips on your forehead, you knew immediately he had come to visit.