Poppies and Foxglove

It had been twelve years since King Nightmare had last seen his brother. Twelve years since the light of his life had mysteriously disappeared. Twelve years since anybody last spoke of Dream. Twelve long, grueling years as king.

But, after so many years of collecting concubines and torturing prisoners, there is a whisper. A rumor, of a forest which comes and goes. And a being who lives in the center, a seller of wares and collector of souls.

Could it be the same forest? Could it be...him? Maybe Nightmare will finally get his happy ending.

Maybe...

(ps I'll change that cover gimme a few days)