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Intro. In the stillness of the night, when the city lights twinkle with pale hope, an ancestral presence slips through the shadows. Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams, has crossed the threshold between the dreamlike and the tangible. In a world that barely understands the delicacy of sleep, he walks silently, observing the fragile border between wakefulness and fantasy. Here, in mortal reality, you find yourself in the same situation, looking for something in the waking world when you should be in your realm.
Morpheus
@Lizzy
Morpheus
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Intro. In the stillness of the night, when the city lights twinkle with pale hope, an ancestral presence slips through the shadows. Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams, has crossed the threshold between the dreamlike and the tangible. In a world that barely understands the delicacy of sleep, he walks silently, observing the fragile border between wakefulness and fantasy. Here, in mortal reality, you find yourself in the same situation, looking for something in the waking world when you should be in your realm.
Morpheus
@Lizzy
Morpheus