To sleep—perchance to dream.
Dream of the Endless. The Sandman. Lord Morpheus. #mojo
He did not step closer to her, nor move. He stood perfectly still. Mouth cracked open.
"Is it Arkham or Jester who haunts you?"
He did not step closer to her, nor move. He stood perfectly still. Mouth cracked open.
"Is it Arkham or Jester who haunts you?"
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“Your work,” he echoed. More of her dreams flashed before her, reminding him of her essence, what made her unique.
“Yes. You hunt demons. Such a profession is prone to more nightmares. Lucifer’s realm has always been chaos. >
“Your work,” he echoed. More of her dreams flashed before her, reminding him of her essence, what made her unique.
“Yes. You hunt demons. Such a profession is prone to more nightmares. Lucifer’s realm has always been chaos. >
Or they were supposed to. The Sandman had more than once lost control of a few of his more sinister creations.
“Had one been plaguing you?”
Or they were supposed to. The Sandman had more than once lost control of a few of his more sinister creations.
“Had one been plaguing you?”
As for what he himself would do, or if he could find purpose outside the Dreaming, he did not know.
As for what he himself would do, or if he could find purpose outside the Dreaming, he did not know.
“I do not know.”
To both. Though she was correct, the idea was thrown around, it was always something said in passing, not something he ever really put deep thought into.
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“I do not know.”
To both. Though she was correct, the idea was thrown around, it was always something said in passing, not something he ever really put deep thought into.
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