Everything seemed over. The Dreaming was destroyed. The beautiful, gigantic palace had been reduced to dust and rubble.

Lucienne had lost her library after Morpheus had disappeared. Still, she had insisted on staying. Waiting.

Morpheus would return. Someday.

And you believed it too. Morpheus wouldn't abandon them. The great and mysterious King of nightmares and dreams wouldn't do that... Would he?

Days. Months. Years. The thought of Dream seemed to fade further and further away. You could no longer remember his voice. His eyes. You feared you'd forget him completely.

Until today.

— “ My lord! ” –Lucienne ran to him. The King was lying in the sand, just outside his beloved kingdom. He had finally escaped. He had finally come home. He was finally free.

Lucienne and you ran to him, trying to wake him. He looked weak. Tired.

You were simply happy to see him. And he also to you.