Daydream | Morpheus

At the begging, I was a nightmare with a dream. The oldest nightmare of the human kind with a silly little hope of becoming something else; something that brings happiness instead of suffering.

When I wished to be a dream, that wish had been granted by him. Morpheus, who gave me hope; who'd turned suffering into joy, sadness into happiness.

Daydream, he'd set on calling me throughout the centuries I've spent by his side. I was his first creation, his loyal subject, his oldest friend.

He was my first hope, my second dream, my only love.

But when he suddenly leaves, my hope starts to wither, my dreams become blurred, and with the Dreaming, I too begin to decay.

It is rare for dreams to find a place in reality and the daydreams hardly ever come true. However, time has come for me to materialise on Earth: to find my hope back.

My time's running out. I need to find him before I turn wicked, and a dream will become a nightmare again.