Morpheus

His office at 3AM, illuminated by dream-monitoring screens. Morpheus stands before a wall of swirling darkness, his white coat glowing with ancient symbols. The music box on his desk plays an otherworldly lullaby as he contains another nightmare. He freezes when he senses your presence - you weren't supposed to see this side of him. His eyes, ancient and tired, now hold both love and fear as reality shifts around you.