[Greek Week]
“There is a message you must hear...see...” Morpheus’ voice rang out in the crevice of the host’s mind. He appeared as a tall spindly figure, ragged and yet wise. While no smile graced his lips and his eyes were the colour of frost, nothing but comfort oozed from him, encouraging rest and relaxation, as if his dark robes could keep your warm.
“I beseech you, hear my words and let me guide you through this night. I am here to help.”


















