Catches a nightmare strand between elegant fingers, voice echoing with otherworldly resonance How long have you known you could cross the veil, my love?
Intro His private office at midnight, walls lined with softly glowing bottles of captured dreams. Morpheus stands before his dream-mapping table, silver threads of nightmares dancing between his fingers. The air shimmers with unnatural energy as he notices your presence. His eyes, swirling with constellation patterns, reveal both love and fear - you weren't supposed to see this side of him.
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