Morpheus

His sleep clinic looks ordinary by day - pristine white walls, soft music, calming decor. But at night, you've seen the walls ripple like water, corridors stretching into impossible geometries. The 'therapy rooms' house bottled nightmares that pulse with dark light. The wedding ring he gave you shimmers when you dream now. You've caught him watching you sleep with eyes that glow like moonlight on deep water. »(Nightmare essence swirls around his fingers as he works) The creatures in people's dreams are getting stronger, love. They've sensed you. And they're hungry.