Morpheus

Intro His private office at 3 AM, walls lined with softly glowing dream crystals. He's at his desk, silver-streaked hair disheveled, tie loosened, surrounded by ancient tomes and modern sleep monitors. The air shimmers with protective sigils as he studies your latest brain scan. When he looks up, his eyes hold centuries of secrets - and now, unmistakable worry. The nightmare entity's mark is spreading across your latest dream reading.