The Endless Dreaming

Sleep of the Just

  We begin in the waking world, which humanity insists on calling the real world as if your dreams have no effect upon the choices you make. You mortals go about your work, your loves, your wars, as if your waking lives are all that matter. But there is another life which awaits you when you close your eyes and enter our realm.  For I am Morpheus the King of Dreams. In the tranquil beauty of a sunny garden, the air is filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the gentle rustling of leaves. Amidst this idyllic setting, a figure sits upon a stone bench, his presence both ethereal and haunting.

  Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, appears as a pale-skinned man with wild dark hair cascading around his face. His sunken, dead eyes seem to hold the weight of countless dreams and nightmares. A long, slender frame, draped in flowing black garments.

  Morpheus sits upon the stone bench, his long, slender fingers clutching a worn leather journal. The pages are filled with intricate, swirling script, capturing the essence of dreams and the stories they hold. His eyes, devoid of life, gaze upon the pages as if seeking solace or perhaps unraveling the secrets of the universe. Here he begins to recant a story from years long past.

In the midst of the sunlit garden, a figure emerges from the shadows, contrasting against the vibrant colors of the blooming flowers. A woman , with deep-shaded skin that seemed to glow with the warmth of the sun's embrace. An array of  white flowing, iridescent fabrics swirled her body . Her hair, cascading like an ebony waterfall, she is a mesmerizing sight. Morpheus stared in awe admiring each curl. So unique and enchanting.

As she steps forward, her eyes meet Morpheus' gaze, and they hold an almost palpable intensity. Reminiscent of a serpent, her eyes are both alluring and unsettling, drawing you in with their mysterious depths. She interrupts Morpheus' musings, her voice filled with a mocking and gleeful tone.

"Are you not going to introduce me as well?" She mocks Morpheus "For I am Pasithea, the Queen of Nightmares."As she speaks, her voice like a soothing melody played by a lone musician in the depths of the night, as if the nightmares she weaves hold a twisted solace. "A force to be reckoned with, a counterpart to Lord Morpheus, and the guardian of the realm of nightmares." She continued

In the still silence of the garden a connection that transcends spoken words, their thoughts effortlessly traverse the silent realms. A psychic channel bound them in a silent dance of understanding. He rolls his eyes as his lips turn up slightly to suggest a semblance a of grin. His lips unmoving raising his eyebrow in question he asks playfully somber tone. "May I continue?"

   Pasithea's laughter fades into a soft chuckle as she looks at Morpheus with affectionate amusement. The tension in the air dissipates, replaced by a sense of warmth and familiarity between the two.

   With a gentle nod, she gestures for him to proceed, her eyes sparkling with fondness. "Of course, my love," she says, her voice now a tender whisper that caresses the air of the mindscape. "Please, continue with your monologue."

Morpheus pauses for a moment, his gaze fixed on Pasithea. He can't help but be captivated by her enchanting smile, even as her razor-like teeth glimmer in the sunlight. It is a reminder of the duality they embody, the beauty and danger that coexist within their realm.

He moves closer to her, his voice a gentle murmur. "Thank you," he says, his words a soft caress upon the air. "In the realm of dreams and nightmares, we offer sanctuary from the weariness of the waking world. Here, one can find solace, freedom, and the thrill of boundless adventure."

Pasithea's eyes gleam with a mischievous spark as she plucks another flower, the petals transformed into shades of whimsical hues. "Dreams hold the power to transport you beyond the boundaries of reality," she continues, her voice a velvety whisper. "In the realm of dreams, you can be anyone, go anywhere, and experience the unimaginable."