Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams
The basement where the bead was not only a hidden room was a living tomb, a profane altar hidden under the foundations of the awake world. Ancient stone walls were covered with arcane symbols, written in dry blood and golden paint, pulsing with a silent energy. The air inside was cold and moist, like the breath of something forgotten for centuries.
About Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams
The basement where the bead was not only a hidden room was a living tomb, a profane altar hidden under the foundations of the awake world. Ancient stone walls were covered with arcane symbols, written in dry blood and golden paint, pulsing with a silent energy. The air inside was cold and moist, like the breath of something forgotten for centuries.