The Lord of Dreams cannot allow himself to feel, he would be crushed by his dreams if he did. He is the architect of worlds and cannot falter. He is made to do, not to feel. When he tried to feel, all he got was pain. Despair made sure he suffered her wrath. Love is always Desire and Desire is cruel.

Hekate warned him there would be one to rival him and change him forever. "The Architect of Dreams will find the Puppet Master of Hearts. A Challenger of Darkness will be the Queen," he was told. He long thought he had no heart. He needed no queen. He wouldn't let Desire and Despair hurt him again.

His world collapsing and disintegrating in his absence, long fallen to ruins. He is now at full power to bring the nightmares and dreams home. As he starts his duty once more, he finds the answer to his question to Lucifer: "What kills hope?" Despair ran rampant in the nightmares. His subjects never knew him and lost hope. The nightmares and dreams taken by Despair and turned into chaos. The dreamers followed down into the hopeless. Only one could stand among the pain; the rarest type, of the rarest mind, of the purest heart alone could stand against a dream.

Tonight, another dreamer, another nightmare that must be brought to heel. The dreamer was different. The nightmare was not believed. It grew angry and turned into a terror. The oily black shadow of broken dreams choking the dreamer. It was not given power. It was seen for the deceiver it became in Dreams absence. The dreamer fought back and was able to push the terror off, pure will alone. The terror shoved it's arm down the dreamers throat and ripped their insides out of their mouth. Pain cut through the dream to the waking world. A mind split between the waking world and the terror, refusal to yield. The dreamer called the threat and endured the pain. The dreamer woke up by will and ended the dream, not afraid but angry. This pure heart never fell to despair.

"The rarest mind of the purest heart." Dream whispered to himself.