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| One day a stranger came to the city. Tall he was, and dressed all in black; flames danced in the blackness of his robe, and his eyes were stars in deep pools of dark water. And he said nothing to any man. -- Sandman "The Doll's House" |
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| Dream of the Endless; ah there's a conundrum. In this aspect (and we perceive but aspects of the Endless, as we see the light glinting from one tiny facet of some huge and flawlessly cut precious stone), he is rake-thin, with skin the color of falling snow. Dream accumulates names to himself like others make friends; but he permits himself few friends. If he is closest to anyone, it is to his elder sister, whom he sees but rarely. He heard long ago, in a dream, that one day in every century Death takes on mortal flesh, better to comprehend what the lives she takes must feel like, to taste the bitter tang of mortality: that is the price she must pay for being the divider of the living from all that has gone before, all that must come after. He broods on this tale, but has never questioned her about its truth. Perhaps he fears that she would answer him. Of all the Endless, save perhaps Destiny, he is most conscious of his responsibilities, the most meticulous in their execution. Dream casts a human shadow, when it occurs to him to do so. -- Seasons of Mists |
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| Now, however, there is a new Dream. His hair is palest white where his predecessor was dark. He is Lord Morpheus' antithesis in everyway. As sons are often different from their fathers. His mother was the mortal Lyta Hall, his father the King of the Dreaming. His name was once Daniel, however, that all changed when his mother unleashed the Kindly Ones. It is too soon to judge the new Dream, except for this- The King is dead. Long live the King. |
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