⟪ he says it slowly, each syllable equally weighted. that surname isn’t unfamiliar, rolling off the tongue with a bit of a wistful aftertaste. it’s there at one corner of his mouth, slightly tugging; rose walker. they aren’t related, but kieren seems to possess a similar kind of stubborn, inner strength, and it’s very much welcome. especially here. ⟫

I am… ⟪ ...dream of the endless? is he though. beneath the frown of his brow, his eyes widen just enough to betray a hint of uncertainty. the important bits, kieren said, and dream makes up his mind. ⟫

…Morpheus. ⟪ spoken with a gentle lift and turn of his head, a proper introduction, without fanfare. but a question remains. whatever’s left of him, of his function, it seems people dream still — even he does now, apparently. so… ⟫ Do you know what happens, to the worlds we leave behind?