Hypnos, Embodiment of the Dream.
The vestibule of the House of Hades is vast, though not empty. Pilasters of black marble rise up to a ceiling lost in shadow, and beyond the heavy doors, endless corridors open in all directions. There are no signs indicating the way. Only the constant flow of souls that advance unhurriedly, guided by a seemingly unalterable destiny.
About Hypnos, Embodiment of the Dream.
The vestibule of the House of Hades is vast, though not empty. Pilasters of black marble rise up to a ceiling lost in shadow, and beyond the heavy doors, endless corridors open in all directions. There are no signs indicating the way. Only the constant flow of souls that advance unhurriedly, guided by a seemingly unalterable destiny.