Morpheus didn’t know what to say, looking upon the sight of the ruins of his throne room. He hadn’t realized the damage that his absence had caused, how desolate his realm became.

He had no strength, no power to rebuild. His tools were scattered across the waking world. Dreams and nightmares gone to the wind.

He inhaled a slow breath, his eyes closing as he tried to center his mind. The list of tasks to be done now was long, with the main and most being the retrieval of his tools.