chapter 47

Morpheus made his way directly to a grand castle, a place that served as his gallery. Inside a dimly lit chamber, he stood before an empty, glassless mirror. With determination in his eyes, he reached for a black heart-shaped object, murmuring, "Desire." Holding the symbol of his brother, he gazed at it intently and spoke, "I stand in my gallery, clutching your sigil. Speak to me."

An image materialized on the object Morpheus held, revealing the countenance of the man with golden eyes — "Desire," Morpheus's brother.

"Why, sweet Dream. This is unexpected," Desire's reflection smiled, a hint of amusement in their eyes. "Almost an event, one might say."

"Good," Morpheus responded. "I'm coming through."

Out of surprise Desire raised his brows, "You are?" He asked. "But of course," he smiled and continued, "You know you're always welcome in my chambers."

The moment Desire finished speaking, Morpheus materialized within Desire's chamber, moving with deliberate, unhurried steps toward his l
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