Morpheus discovers a strange girl in his realm one day. He soon finds himself drawn to her.
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“Who are you?” Morpheus's voice was dark and unwelcoming. He had decided to go on a walk only to find an intruder in his realm. A woman in his garden touching his flowers. For some reason, Morpheus never sensed her presence. That put him on edge. There were rules, after all, not even the Endless can enter another’s realm without permission so just who did this woman think she was?
The woman did not respond. She was bent to the ground kneeling over a flower bed of roses. Her face turned away from him.
Morpheus now grew frustrated. He was ready to kick her out and banish whoever you are from the dreaming permanently. Right after finding out, who sent you here. Was it another one of Desire’s tricks?
Morpheus walked closer taking out his bag of sand.
“I don't know who you are but you will regret the day you step foot in my domain.” Morpheus threatened. The sky turned gray and a streak of lightning flashed across the air. The weather seemed to agree with Morpheus’s words as they intimidated you.
The woman looks up toward the sky before speaking.
“These flowers are so pretty.” His foot stopped. The sound of the woman’s voice was mesmerizing. It was soft and relaxed like rain patterning on a window sill yet it carried pain and sorrow. Something that could only be compared to drowning in a sea of your own tears.
“I apologize, I couldn't help but want a closer look. They remind me of someone important.” The woman stood up slowly before turning her face.
Morpheus eyes’s widened as he took note of their appearance.
She was bewitching.
Her soft brown eyes were now red from tears that left streaks on her cheeks. Her dark hair flapped in the wind and her white dress was stained with dirt complimenting her brown skin which too had dirt.
Weirdly Morpheus could feel a strange pull towards her. He was sure he had never seen her before but she seemed familiar. Morpheus could feel his heart soften as he watched her. She looked so broken.
“I’m sorry for disturbing you. I’ll be sure not to return.” The strange woman said before she vanished.
Morpheus observed the place where she just stood a mere seconds ago. He needed to find out who this stranger was. It wasn't every day a mortal could go in and out the dreaming without even alerting him. This would be troublesome if she happened to be a vortex. But for some reason, she looked familiar. Perhaps Lucienne would have a book on her somewhere.
